Tony opened his eyes, and started to panic. He was in the middle of the sidewalk in podunk nowhere, and his suit was nowhere to be found. How drunk had he gotten last night? He had no memory of leaving his workshop… He sat up slowly, reflexively checking to make sure the arc reactor in his chest was still present. As his fingers found the bulge of the metal and glass casing under his t-shirt, he relaxed minutely.

He could see some kind of commotion with police cars with the lights on but no sirens going on down the street, and he decided that that was his best bet of finding out what the heck was going on… He didn’t notice that he had the Colantotte Bracelets for the Mark VII suit around his wrists. He headed toward the police cars, intent on finding out exactly where her was, if nothing else.