he's in the floor again, sitting propped up against one of the many toolboxes scattered throughout the room. No doubt he'd been working on something judging by the many pieces of metal in his lap and surrounding him, before he dozed off that is.

As soon as you start to approach him you accidentally kick one of the small trays full of bolts, scattering them everywhere and making a loud sound. You look up to see a repulsor pointed at you and Tony's panicked eyes darting around the room.