waking up my mind as I throw a fit The breakin' is takin' me down, down, down

The right arm of the ironman suit was crushed. He was working on another one, the lab was a mess. His focus today was the hand. He wanted to make the blast stronger and more direct. Tony had just put in the final measurements, it was testing time!

The glass windows were the first to go. Shattering in to a million pieces the minute the ray hit them. There was something satisfying in turning wildly around his work room, searching for the next victim, shooting at imaginary enemies. They all wore the face of Loki. They all spoke with his soft voice. Tony only stopped when every glass window was shattered. Anger and adrenaline flooded his system.