Tony: He-El, You Bastard

Bang. The bullet tore through the air, fired from the pitch-black barrel. Its spinning tip glowed red-hot as it struck the side of Tony Stark's chest, hitting the armor. Tony Stark's faceplate had already lowered over his face, light flaring from where his pupils were. The bullet glanced across his mask. The shock instantly sobered Tony Stark, pulling him out of his drunken haze and restoring clarity to his mind. "Are you crazy? You shot me?