Tony clenched his eyes shut, gripping his mouth. It took a full minute of reminding himself he wasn't dying to slow his breaths to a manageable point. The void before his eyes was endlessly long and impossibly loud. Counting prime numbers backward from 199 did the trick, but just barely.

When his neurons slowed down, he gripped whatever part of his teammate was closest--his shoulder, in this case.

"My suit--doesn't work. Not like it should. Ever since--I was a sitting duck."