“Son of a FUCK!” she shrieked, high enough that the com warped the sound. “You pull out of that right now, I’m going to murder you, I’m gonna fuckin’ squash you, I will light your ass on fire Tony fucking Stark if you do not pull out of that right the fuck now! JARVIS I TOLD YOU SO STOP HIM!”
Tony cringed behind his faceplate as the comm. briefly shrieked out a piercing noise, and he did his best to hold in a snicker.
-The suit is not malfunctioning, Miss Summer,- Jarvis replied. -Mr. Stark’s free fall is not uncontrolled.-
Tony plummeted about two thirds of the way down, before his boots and his gauntlets flared, once, twice, three times, slowing him down before bringing him to a halt entirely. He made a show of inspecting one gauntlet, the other being used for stabilizing. ”Fancy that. Not dead. Suit’s in one piece. Didn’t need Jarvis to squeeze into a suit. ’Stupid’ appears to have not happened. You know you said that with your comm. on earlier, right?”
“I’m gonna kill you,” she growled. “I’m gonna kill you and then get Loki to resurrect you so I can do it again. You did that on purpose. I hate you.” She disdained to respond to his question, deciding it was beneath her notice. There would be words with Jarvis later about private communications. She dropped to Tony’s level at a more sedate pace and levelled a fireball at his chest.