Tony pulled her the rest of the way out of the line of fire, looking at her shoulder quickly. He was no expert, so he couldn't tell how bad it was. Which made him both panicky and furious.

"We don't have time to search," he muttered, looking around. "I need my armor." So he could blast the hell out of this place.

Maeve was swearing colorfully, if a little shakily, under her breath as she peeked around the corner again. She flinched back as they were shot at again, and she leaned back against the wall. Then she heard a familiar (if incredibly angry-sounding) trill, and all of a sudden there was a pressure wave rolling through the area. The grunts that were shooting at them shouted and cried out, there were several thumps, and then silence.

Then Gardevoir came around the corner, and Maeve though she would cry with relief.

"Good work," Tony said to Gardevoir, managing to strip off one layer of shirts and wad it up to press against Maeve's shoulder. "Do you know where the others are?" Because having the rest of their pokemon with them would be very helpful.

Gardevoir nodded and gestured for them to follow, although she stayed close to Maeve. Maeve pressed the fabric to her shoulder and followed them. Gardevoir did a good job of keeping the path clear for them: any time someone might have come across them, she promptly blasted them out of the way. She wasn't playing around where her trainer was concerned. Finally, she led them back to a room where the pokemon were being kept. The pokeballs were pretty much being kept in a box on a table, next to Maeve's emergency bag. Tony's suitcase armor, however, was still missing.

"Great, thanks," Tony said, though he did growl a bit when he noticed his armor was gone. He let out Ninetails first, since Ninetails was used to battle. Now he felt better about their chances. "And now we need my armor and we can go."

Maeve grabbed her pokeballs and put them onto her belt, letting Chandelure out. The ghost-type flared his fires brightly and stayed close to Maeve, and she looked at Tony.

"Seems like everyone wants to get their hands on your suits," she said. "They might have it, where ever the people in charge here are."

"Of course," Tony grumbled. He let out Lucario too, keeping one hand on Metagross's ball so he could let the pokemon out when he needed to. "Alright, I'm going after my armor. You stay here."

"I can't let you go on your own," Maeve protested as she stepped forward to go with him. He wasn't alone, per se, since he had his pokemon, but she couldn't let him go without her.

"I'll take one of yours with me," Tony said. "But you are not going. You've already been shot, you're not getting in the line of fire again."

"Tony, it's my job," Maeve said. "If that's how I'm able to keep you in one piece, then that's what I'm supposed to do. That's what I'm here for."

"I don't care," Tony growled. "You are staying here, even if I have to make Ninetails sit on you to make you stay."

Maeve snorted.

"Not when he has you to look after," she pointed out. "But really, Tony, what if something happens to you? I told you, you're more valuable than I am, it's best if I go."

"I don't care," Tony said. "I can leave Metagross here to look after you, he's a lot heavier. Either you agree or I let him out and you stay here anyway."

"I can't let you go into the line of fire without your armor," Maeve protested.

"Once I get to my armor, it'll take a few seconds to get on, and then I'll blast the hell out of this place. In those few seconds, these two can cover me. They've done it before." Tony shrugged.

"Do you even know where your armor is?" Maeve asked. "It could take longer than a few seconds." She was definitely going to be stubborn about it.

"I don't." Tony grabbed his things, which he found on a table off in a back corner. "But I can find out." He started typing rapidly on his phone.

Maeve nodded once and grimaced, hissing in pain when the movement pulled at her injured shoulder.

"Don't make me make someone sit on you," Tony threatened again, even as he found his armor. Too bad he hadn't set homing settings in this one. Next suit.

"I'm fine," Maeve said stubbornly. "Still breathing and conscious."

"Good. You can sit in here and breathe and be conscious until I get back." Tony gave her a look that said he was not joking and he would not argue about this.

"Damn it, Tony--" Maeve started. But Tony was gone before she could keep arguing. Grabbing her gun, she followed, intent on at least giving him some cover.

Tony made his way unerringly over to the main area, where he spotted his armor. He was lucky enough to sneak over and get it on without being seen, and by the time someone turned to look at him, he was in his armor and pissed.

"Now," he said, walking over towards the suddenly-cowering flunkies, "you're going to tell me who hired you to do this."

By the time Maeve managed to follow him, he had already gotten the suit back. Now that she was sure that he would be okay, she hung back and stayed out of the line of fire.

The people in the main room looked like they wanted to wet themselves when they saw Iron Man. A few of them babbled in terrified Chinese, and the rest just looked cowed into silence.

"Fine, I'll just have to keep you here until Patchy can send someone to interrogate you in Chinese." Tony moved over to the main computer, converting that into a beacon for SHIELD as well. If they didn't get there soon, he'd be pissed. "Jarvis, any word from Coulson?"

"Yes, sir. They'll be here shortly, within half an hour."

"Excellent." Tony moved back to the entrance, guarding the flunkies until SHIELD could get there to take over.