Anthony Edward Stark

Ignoring the way his captive and subject jolts awake, and really needing to learn Russian because German isn't helping as much as he thought it should, Tony doesn't look up through the red tinted goggles he has on and just smirks. "Flex your middle finger inward?" He pauses to watch and then frowns when nothing happens.

The servos are fried. It's not a problem but he doesn't have a full lab here. He's already cannibalized part of his suit but his tools aren't exactly precision either.

"How about your thumb? Honestly, how do they have you wired up? It's like patches on patches."