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The worm hole closed. Tony knew it was then just a matter of time before he would die. The suit was not designed for space. It could turn several things into oxygen, had a limited tank build in just in case, but it was not meant to continue producing oxygen in a full vacuum. It was never meant for that. It would be his doom now. Until that day the threat from above had felt like science fiction to him. Anyone less developed then them would have been less developed, anybody more developed would surely not take interest in them or so he thought. He was wrong. Thanks to Loki he was proven wrong - despite never vocalizing his feelings. And now he was paying for it with his life. Better his than the lives of so many innocent souls in New York and people around. He did not even want to think of what the nuclear fall out would do.
But then out of the explosion of that one ship another emerged. He might have destroyed the attacking ship but the threat was not down yet. They still existed. A bright lighted small ship detached from the bigger ship, picking him up. The lack of oxygen was immediately remedied. Jarvis signaled him that the ship actually had a close enough mix of the earth's atmosphere to survive so he relaxed a little. At least that was not how he would die.
Once brought to the main ship they forced him out of the suit and eventually into a cell. The oxygen deprivation caused him to not be able to keep up with the sounds that were probably speech, a speech he knew he should recognize but did not. Crumpled in the cell, he stared ad the beings around him. They seemed a mix of different kinds, but he wasn’t sure it meant they came from different planets. They could be from the same, after all their planet had different appearances in the same species and different species, too.
He looked up as someone came closer. She looked powerful, dangerous even, but not on a war path at this point. “Who...are you?”