Tony shook his head at her. "it's alright." he promised her, reaching into his pocket and pausing. "uhm.. sorry... hold on..." he muttered, checking each pocket before paling dramatically. "...i left my wallet at the Tower...." he whispered, sounding sick. normally it didn't matter because his phone had that fancy card scanner in it so he could just use that instead of his card. he moved without thinking, shoving her out of the way and stepping into the path of the man's gun, doing just as Natasha had taught him and thrist his hand into the man's throat. it was nearly instant K.O. nearly all the time. a person hit in the throat was even worse than a man getting kicked full strength in the balls. some men could stand up to that, throw a punch into someone's throat and the pain blinded them, the inability to breath panicked them and the force almost always made them drop to the ground. it was dangerous to do because too much force in the hit and you could kill someone. Tony wasn't caring about that at the moment because he'd seen that finger moving on the trigger and it was this or let Gwen get shot and that was never an option. He paused, swallowed hard and looked down at himself. the front didn't look too bad really, just a little hole and a little dribble on his shoulder. the back was a mess where the bullet had spread and splintered and exploded out of him like, well, an explosion.he dropped to his knees, realizing he was in a lot of pain. very pain. very much pain. ow. okay, he was going to just close his eyes and let the pain stop. huh. someone was screaming, that was very annoying, he couldn't take a nap if someone was screaming.
