"The uh...armor, mostly. I'll have to ask him, then. Stuff like this is..." She turned, glancing off at a distracting flash of light off one of the ironette's leggings, "I've seen wars fought with technology not too different. It's not the kind of uphill acceleration you can pull back from."

Men into supermen, into weapons. And then you can never go back to being just men, anymore. She could still hope that Stark's version of Earth didn't turn out like Rannoch or Tuchanka.

"Y'know, you're pretty charming for a pilot. Buy me a drink?"