"Still with the ginger? Haven't you ever heard of letting something go?" Tony teased with a grin. He actually couldn't care less if Gladio ever ate ginger again, but it was amusing to joke with him about it. He looked toward the wall and sighed at the hole. "Peter's web shooters would've been really handy about now."

As much as those had been a pain in the ass, temporarily closing something off was very helpful. "I can have Mark 85 stand there and guard the door holding and umbrella?"