Pepper stares at Tony, and she is terrified. His normally easy smile is strained with pain, and the color of his skin is a terrible grayish tint. He's being crushed by that suit. The chest area is caved in from enemy blows, and his helmet is long gone.
She doesn't know how to get him out. A chain saw? Jaws of death? Petroleum jelly? Pepper's fingers pull at the metal that's trapping her boss. He stifles a groan of pain at the movement.
"Don't worry, Tony. Everything's going to be fine," she assures.
"Of course it is, because you're here."