I Happen To Like Psychopaths

"Jarvis, lights."

But Tony is not asleep.  He's still attached by knives in each hand like a technological Christ on the top of the building.  He hears the crash, the thunder.  He sees the skies opening up to douse the flames.  And there, framed by a halo of light--

"Why are you always the first person I see?" he asks, frowning up at the Thunderer.  "Seriously, where's Widow?"