Stiles smirks softly. Derek nods to the sling and raises a questioning eyebrow. “Oh…um, dislocated shoulder, bruised ribs and a mild concision.” He looks around the ER as though he’s trying to avoid someone. “Do you think we could get out of here before my best friends mom sees me and calls my dad?”
Tony is so close to ask Rhodey to call in his military buddies with their fancy toys, even if they would never live it down, when Steve, who's been making his way up the robot with inhuman speed and agility, finally reaches the robot's head and starts smashing at it's eyes with his shield – and gets hit straight on, swapped away by one of the robot's large hands like Tony would've swapped away a fly and thrown aside like a rag-doll and Tony finds himself yelling to Rhodey make the fucking call, get the fucking cavalierly her, now, he's flying after Steve, even if what he should do is try to follow up on his work and take the damned robot out for good.