Tony Stark

Tony woke up to an ungodly cacophony that pretty much only he could hear. Data streams, stray satellite feeds, basic tech in the house...

He made a small noise of pain, shoving the heels of his hands against his eyes like that might help, and went through a mantra of 'make it stop, make it stop' inside his head, not hearing the concerned:

"Sir? Sir, you are overloading the local processo--"

Until everything just... suddenly stopped. And he was able to look around what seemed to be a living room without any pain. Because of course he'd passed out on the couch last night rather than his perfectly ergonomic bed. Not that he even knew about said bed at the moment, but still.

"What just happened?" he asked himself quietly. Or maybe he was asking the voice. There'd been a voice, right?

Come Monday, JARVIS was so not going to be a happy camper about being forced into blackout mode by a panicked technopath. Words would be had on the subject, Stark!

[open yesss]

So, the thing about the Brood was that they used biotechnology. Which made it very hard for Tony to do anything like get the fuck out of there. Sure, if he'd had some more time he could probably build some sort of rudimentary armor out of flying space shark parts.

But alas, that wasn't in the cards.

He was going to have to sullenly wait on a rescue. Which might not happen, considering how the island was probably dealing with these guys too.

Awesome.

[for people rescuing him]