How? He didn't sleep. He barely ate. Everything was the work shop. And it showed in the dazzling array of colors and specialities represented in the air.

Was wasn't in any of them. He couldn't stand well enough and trying to control the armors would be impossible if he was being flung around too. While Steve fought, the armor distracted.

"J, no collateral damage on the Captain," Tony said, sliding down to watch. "The moment you can get a clear shot though, just unload."

There was fire everywhere. Tony just hoped that Steve could dance his way out of it.