Tony Stark, the man of iron himself, for once in a blue moon made a grave miscalculation.

The mission Fury informed him of was across seas, he didn't think it would be a team effort so he just took his Mark-7 Iron Man suit to the rendezvous... It totally didn't have anything to do with tensions with Steve Rodgers and other team members, nope, not at all.

The place Fury told her about was place in British Columbia of Canada, he didn't care, just needed to get the job done- he had JARVIS to aid him after all.. right..? But in classic fashion things just had to go awry. The people he was after got a head start notice to his approach and he got swarmed by drones, planes, and other nasty tech to overwhelm his. They landed to many good hits, he managed to fend off most, but a drone managed to land a piece of nanotech with a virus installed onto it to detonate onto the suit- frying the system and causing Tony to retreat with many injuries.

He blacked out half way through, but he woke up freezing. He looked around after shoving his faceplate of the Mark-7's helmet to see snow, snow, and more snow. Just great. Groaning and muffling a curse he coughed up some blood, painting white snow crimson near him, suit crackling as he forced himself out of it, albeit with great exertion. Heart racing and ears ringing under the bite of the snow, disorientated enough to not notice you.