It's too damn bright as far as Tony is concerned - which granted at the moment, he's not really concerned with much of anything - and there is a brief moment of uncoordinated attempts to roll onto his side, which are made nearly impossible by the weight of the suit and his confused limbs.

(His hip really freaking hurts, too.)

Blinking against the sunlight, he offers Coulson a tight smile.

"Hi, Agent," he murmurs, brain still foggy. He squints and tries to focus on the Agent's face. "What're y'doin' in my yard?"