The [i]Iron Legacy[/i] was incredibly hard to read. The whole suit was an incredible mess as far as he was concerned though, not to mention with the few pieces that appeared to look like they were actually from one of the Iron Man suits. It reminded him so much more of the Iron Monger just the bulkiness of it all. Either way, he wasn't overly impressed with the kids need to go help him. It only drew attention to him and that wasn't something he really needed. He looked down as his body forced the last bullet from his flesh and the wound sealed itself. He let out a sigh in relief as his body returned to a state of normality without any pain. "I don't need, nor want your help. I've been in and out of prisons since before you were born. If you really wanted to help you would have left me to get away on my own steam." He unclipped his helmet, and there was a hiss as the seal broke when he removed the faceplate revealing of the face of a man barely the age of 22. 

"Now you have just made things more complicated, I won't be able to get back into the town to hitch a ride out without drawing suspicion as I will have to go in with my full gear on." He looked out into the wilds. He looked around, making sure they weren't being watched. Thought he saw what appeared to be a weird hole in a stone but he merely shrugged it off as the light playing tricks on him. "The wars over kid, we're a resistance and going around using your suit like that is only going to get you killed. Especially until you manage to sort it out. It looks more like it will fall to pieces than win in a fight. What would you do if one of the guys in their own suits came after you? You'd be over. Go home kid, this fight isn't yours."