"You know there's something really wrong with your friendship when your friend tries killing you the first time he sees you, right?" Because hell, he pissed Rhodey off all the time and there hadn't been any attempted murders...yet. Then again, his best friend wasn't part of a secret evil super Nazi organization, either. Or a super soldier.

"Hey, careful with the goods," he gave Steve a tap on the arm. "It's a new model." Maybe he should be grateful for the help. Despite the fact that Mark XLII was built for aerodynamics, it was was still a metal suit. Having Steve do the heavy lifting was a bit of a blessing. Eh, maybe he'd upgrade his spangled suit later as thank you. Seriously, it was almost embarrassing. Then again, that's what happened when fanboys were in charge of designs.

He bent over to pick up a piece that had fallen off. It was a finger. Nothing too bad. He could just solder back on later. "The suit's powered by a different arc reactor. It'd be stupid to let this one power it," he tapped the reactor in his chest for emphasis. "I'm trying to keep the shrapnel from entering my heart."