Chen Mo hung from the side of the tower crane.
Wind slipped through the gaps between the steel beams, making his webbing sway gently.
On the other end of the phone, Tony's voice held back anger.
"Watch the news."
Chen Mo held the phone against his ear with his shoulder and grabbed the crane hook with his other hand.
"I can't."
Tony went quiet for a second.
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."
Chen Mo glanced down beneath his feet.
More than ten meters up.
The steel beam hadn't settled into place yet.
Rhino was down below supporting a crossbeam, looking as sour as if he'd been forced to attend a children's birthday party.
Half of Sandman's body was dispersed through a pile of cement as he leveled a tilted platform.
The workers held up flashlights and tape measures, all shouting out angles at once.
Chen Mo blinked.
"The reasonable explanation is that I'm a tower crane right now. I just told you."
Tony drew a breath on the other end.
A little of Happy's laughter leaked through.
Rhodey gave a very quiet cough.
Tony held himself back.
"Get down and come to Stark Tower."
Chen Mo paused.
"Now?"
Tony's tone was chilly.
"Oh, no rush."
"I only just flipped Congress's table."
"And fished that lousy draft of yours out of the trash while I was at it. I'm getting ready to rewrite it."
Chen Mo's hand slipped.
The steel beam clanged.
An older worker below clutched his hard hat in fright.
"Spider-Man!"
Chen Mo hurriedly shot out two strands of webbing.
Two quick whooshes.
The steel beam was caught again.
Chen Mo sucked in a sharp breath.
"Whoa."
"Mr. Stark, could you not say things like that while I'm working at heights next time? It's a little dangerous,