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He didn't know what he'd expected to find when he started his search of the wreckage. A lot of burning metal and equipment, yes. A destroyed field that had been overturned, of course. Maybe even some people, the thing did look like it should be manned. He wouldn't have been shocked by any of those things. However, a bright orange girl with an oddly shaped and coloured head? Nope. He hadn't seen that coming. He hadn't even entertained the idea of anything quite like what he was looking at. So when he saw her, he was definitely taken by surprise.

She'd clearly been lost in thought so he had found no issue in floating down towards her and using the magnet in his suit to pull what looked like two weapons from her belt. She'd spun around to face him at that and naturally, he was met with some quippy remark. Shock, fear, annoyance, all culminating in confusion flashed across her face. She shifted into a defensive position almost instantly, though it appeared to be more out of habit than anything else. She was more focused on looking up at him with a calculating gaze, like he was the one who'd just fallen out of the sky.

"Who are you?" She said it in a way that made him think she hadn't realized she'd spoken out loud. Tony couldn't help the flash of annoyance he felt at that sentence.

"You're not really in a position to be asking questions, are you?" His voice was cold. Colder then he'd meant it to be but he couldn't change that now so he moved closer threateningly, making sure she saw his ready-to-fire repulser. To her credit, she didn't step back and actually spoke up in a now deliberate voice.

"No." Her eyes were on his weapon.

"Then don't." She gave him a sceptical look but made no further remarks. That was a smart move on her part. If she was here, there was bound to be at least one other... creature with her. Peter was out there alone. Quite probably with that other creature. That was not ok. Tony was not ok with that. So he had to get going, now.

"Move."

When she didn't, he quickly reminded her of the repulsors he had in very close proximity to her face and that seemed to give her the motivation to turn and start walking. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades and not so gently pushed her along. Maybe he should've been a bit nicer, he didn't even know if she was a threat yet, but Peter could be in trouble. That made everything else seem secondary.

While he tried to move quickly, the ground was littered with fire and debris and they could only go so fast. Which wasn't nearly fast enough. He tried to take his mind off his worries by studying the girl. It'd be good to have a sense for what they were up against.

She looked to be about Peter's age, but she acted very differently. She practically oozed confidence and held herself like a trained soldier. While she was currently the one being held at gunpoint, she showed no fear. Or she simply wasn't letting it past her inner defences. She was hard to read, the opposite of Peter who was often far too much like an open book.

Tony was just stepping up onto a fallen tree when she suddenly made her move, and his inner musings were cut short.

With an elegant flip and twist she was right beside him, hands grabbing at her weapons which were still held in his belt. She gave a rough tug, but his magnets proved stronger. He fought back with a quick shove and soon he found himself standing over her, repulser smoking. He'd only grazed her arm, but she was bleeding heavily, and he hoped he'd made his point.

"Do that again, and next time I won't miss." He said to drive his point in. He didn't mean it of course, it's not like he wanted to kill her. He only did that as a warning, and wouldn't do anything else, at least not until he knew what she really wanted. He needed her to think he would take more drastic measures.

She glared at him hard but slowly moved to her feet when he motioned for her to do so. It wasn't until then that he noticed her other arm was also bleeding, but not because of him. Now both her arms weren't at their best, which could really come in handy if she turned out to be evil.

She moved on in complete obedience after that, not making any moves or comments. He was starting to feel pretty good about the whole situation until he realized he'd walked past his and Peters starting position and hadn't found the kid yet.

Panic welled up in Tony's chest and he pushed her along quicker. He was on the verge of breaking the silence and calling out the kids name when he saw them.

Peter was about ten feet in front of him and appeared unharmed. Except for the fact that he was in the choke hold of some other man, this one looked completely human, with a gun pressed to his head.

He was vaguely aware of the man shifting his hold on Peter and looking over at the girl in front of him. He only just registered the brief moment of panic that crossed his features. However all of that was dim and fading out as he stared at Peter's terrified face. Heart jamming, breathing speeding up, he did the only thing he could think of.

"Let the kid go."

The other man looked up to meet his eyes, gaze hardening when they locked. "Not until you let her go."

Tony looked down at the girl. She didn't appear to be a threat anymore, with both her arms bleeding and with her eyelids drooping she actually looked really out of it. Peter was still completely unharmed but the man could change his mind at any moment. Especially considering the condition Tony had brought the girl to him in.

In the end, did keeping this girl really matter? Would it really help him? Was it worth putting Peter in danger for? He couldn't help but feel that this man would do as he'd said.

"Well?" The man sounded impatient.

Here's to hoping what he was about to do wouldn't turn out the way he was suspecting it would.