You drag your Mk 42 prototype suit through the Tennessee snow, tired, cold, and in desperate need to fix your prototype suit. You break into a shed, which conveniently has enough to patch up your suit and get JARVIS back up.

You are Iron Man, and after the Mandarin attacked your home in Malibu, JARVIS sent you to Rose Hills to find a lead on the terrorist.

Engrossed in your work, you don’t notice the kid pointing a potato launcher at you.

“Freeze!” He shouts.