"...you do not want to imagine the chafing that would occur if I went commando in the suit," Tony says, expression one of mild horror. "Hell, I don't want to imagine the chafing. Don't hurt yourself, Agent," he adds.

Once he sits up, he can free his hands and arms, and then promptly lifts his shirt to examine the arc embedded in his chest, running a fingertip around the edge of the seal to ensure that it hasn't been damaged.