"Hey, you're not dead, are you?" Tony poked Wade's butt with his toe. The soft, squishy feel was pretty nice, so he stepped on it a few more times. "Quit pretending. I've got ballistic analysis here."
Wade lunged forward like a starving dog and hugged Tony's thigh, smearing snot on it and squeezing out a few tears.
"Boohoohoo, you finally came to save me! They were all bullying me."
"Eugh!" Tony kicked him away and jetted backward several steps with fire blasting from his hands and feet. "Jarvis, initiate the anti-biological contamination sterilization procedure. I'm worried this guy has AIDS or Syphilis. He might be gay."
Small nozzles opened across the armor, spraying something like windshield washer fluid over its surface. Then the vectoring thrusters used to adjust his flight posture blew out gas, drying the armor.
"Sterilization procedure complete, sir."
Wade bit his own index finger as he stared longingly at Tony's armor from a short distance away.
It was not that he coveted its immense power or anything. After calculating roughly how much the suit was worth, he simply envied it from the bottom of his heart.
Once the sterilization was done, Tony became confident again. Keeping a safe distance, he surveyed the battlefield and chatted with Wade.
"You helped me on the ship last time. I helped you this time. We're even."
"Can I owe you a little more?"
Wade got to his feet, picked up his two fallen guns, and tucked them into the waistband of his underwear.
Iron Man looked up at the hovering cloaked S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft and waved his hand as if shooing away flies.
The MK3, whose paint job had been unfinished last time, was finally completely done today. It had also been fitted with some waterproofing features and equipment for dealing with