Anthony Edward Stark

"I guess that means no weapons." It takes him several very long seconds to get that out there, right between the ring and pinkie finger getting mauled. But at least he doesn't scream. His right hand is free and fine and-- And he's fucked no matter what. He knows that. "Besides, we both know that you're going to kill me."

He's sweating profusely.His nose is burned. He's already been injured and hung over the bathroom rail.

He really doesn't have an delusions by this point. Just a vague hope that there's enough of him left for Steve Rogers or Clint Barton to save when they come.