We Make the Laws of Physics Cry
The Lab was loud. That was nothing new, Tony liked it loud, the louder the better. But even though he had a tendency to get lost in his work, there were noises he noticed above the sound of heavy metal turned up to eleven and the sound of his mind at work.
Today, the noise in question was a security alert coming from the parking garage. Alien tech, threat level uncertain. Only JARVIS had noticed it, apparently, and knowing that SHIELD operatives in the garage could get expensive the AI had pushed the warning through to Tony and not anyone else. also, it was alien tech. Tony loved alien tech.
So, wary though he was to leave the lab - aliens themselves made Tony more than a little edgy - the Man of Iron slipped his left hand into the suit sleeve he'dd repaired just that morning and took a stroll downstairs, where the alien tech was immediately apparent due to a complete lack of aerodynamic properties. Tony liked his cars fast, and that meant curves and wind tunnel testing and everything that this thing didn't have.
"No dangerous radiation level readings, sir," came JARVIS' voice in his ear. "Just some... uncertain ones. Nothing deadly, as far as I can tell."
Well, that was hardly reassuring. But since Tony was already irradiated to the gills any way, he took a few more steps and finally knocked on what appeared to be the door of the... vehicle?
"There's a five bucks an hour parking fee here," he called out. "Unless you're me, but this is a private residence so I think maybe you should come out with your hands up."