Men were sometimes such unreasonable creatures. Take everyone here, for example: they all knew the videos stored in Tony's armor were definitely humiliating black history they would never live down for the rest of their lives.
Yet every single person present was intensely curious about the videos inside Tony's armor. Aside from wondering how they themselves had ended up in such a state, they naturally wanted to know how everyone else had turned out this way too.
Thus, after the five people exchanged meaningful glances, they reached a tacit agreement despite not saying a word: no matter what they saw next, none of them would ever breathe a word of it to anyone else!
Seeing that everyone had come to an agreement, Tony stopped hesitating and began operating the onboard computer in his armor, pulling up its usage records.
Of course, although he said nothing, Tony was already cursing up a storm inside.
His armor was severely damaged at the moment. Even the helmet had vanished without a trace, and both its combat and flight modules could be considered completely totaled.
The armor now retained only its most basic protective and walking functions. Even the protection was not comprehensive, since his head and ass were still exposed.
What left Tony even more speechless was that his armor's energy was running rather low. Retrieving a usage log and playing it through a 3D projection would not consume much power, but for some reason, he still felt a terrible case of battery anxiety.
Even worse, without auxiliary equipment, there was no way to take the armor off. Sherlock, the only one capable of removing it, was still dazed and confused. Tony felt that if his armor ran out of power, he would undoubtedly become a burden to the team.
Under such circumstances,