The sea, it turned out, was not too bad in the way of temperature. It was good to relax, he had told himself, during times of great confusion and peril. The two Cuban women certainly helped. Floating aimlessly in the shallow surf with attractive company made it almost feel like the old days again, before all the death and the conflict. Before the heroism. That wasn't to say Tony would take it back, his ego was sufficient that he believed the world, especially right now, needed him, or at least, needed Iron Man, but switching off from time to time was necessary, and nobody switched off better than Tony Stark. Just as he felt himself finally starting to forget the troubles of the last few days among the sapphire surf, a familiar voice chimed in through the waterproof earpiece he had on at all times, hidden within his ear, rather than similar to a headphone.

"Sir, incoming airborne humanoid, identified homo-superior, Omega-1, two minutes and counting, how shall I proceed?"

"Prep the M29, have is assemble on me. No rush." Tony replied with barely more than a whisper, for the benefit of his company, to not sound like a madman talking to himself. When he turned to relocate them, he encountered only one woman, with a rather panicked expression, and his Spanish wasn't good enough to pick up her frightened muttering. Sounded like a prayer.

A flash of blue darted across his vision and suddenly Tony's head was ringing, he collapsed into the waves before a lithe blue hand grasped his head and shoved him beneath the waves. The motion of it all prevented him from catching full view of his assailant, although his memory of his own compiled database gave him some ideas, and as to where the 'missing' girl had gone. JARVIS' voice sounded garbled in his ear, the device not able to completely remove the affect of the rushing water.

"Sir, your vital signs suggest extreme stress, I shall in fact, rush." Despite the near death scenario, Tony had enough of a moment to regret, once more, programming JARVIS with a sense of humor. It was a necessary evil really, if he was to spend all day talking to a computer, it should at least be able to hold its own. In the next moment, he felt something metallic wrap around his hand, he didn't wait any longer, pressing it to the body of whatever was attacking him, and firing the prepulsor. The weight on his head was gone, and he leapt from the surf gasping, draggin himself a few feet from the sea, before turning to face the ocean from which he had just crawled.

His previous assumption was correct, female, blue, shape-shifter. Mutant.

She was closing fast, and his efforts to hold her off with the one Iron glove in place on his hand were met with artful dodges, clearly a martial artist. Well, so was he, but he'd struggle to bend his leg [i]that[/i] far round. She nearly had him, then the second glove came on, and two beams was too much to dodge, and she was blasted back into the surf. By the time she was up and running at him again, more cautious and ready to dodge, the rest of the suit was arriving. It wasn't as clean an assembly as when he had machines present to do it, but the M29 as one of the newer suits built itself around him almost flawlessly, there was even only the slightest slap across his face when the helmet came into place. That however, was when she surged forwards, covering the ground with a few bounds before striking into him. While she weighed far less than the metal-clad man, she struck with enough force to send them bowling into the sand. She had taken too long however, now he was safe under the iron skin, nothing would get to him. But he could get to her.

One backhand sent her into the air, before another prepulsor beam sent her further, higher, before crashing down into the sand. Snarling, she fairly impressively managed to pull herself to her knees, glaring at the target she had so nearly killed.

"You should have brought more of you, I think my reputation deserves a little more than this." He smirked beneath the helmet, and while she couldn't see, the amused contempt was clear in his voice, despite the metallic projection emitted by the suit.

"It only takes one bullet."

"Then you should have brought a gun." The suit began to hover above the ground, both hand-cannons aimed at the blue mutant, they appeared to be locked in a standoff, before the other woman, the genuinely human one, at least he thought so, screamed. Then the world exploded.

The shockwave knocked him to the ground, stabilizing without falling over, he turned to face a cataclysm of fire, wood, metal and plastic raining from the sky as smoke billowed from what once had, apparently, been his home. The holographic display within the suit began tracking dangerous rubble, before highlight two targets in the sky. Warning signs flashed and JARVIS began to list his immediate priorities.

"First things first." Tony spoke, turning his head to find his mutant assailant gone, before firing up his flight systems, momentarily darting into the surf, reemerging with a terrified Cuban woman. She didn't scream 'at' him, that was a plus, at least she realized he was helping rather than just another threat. It took him all of a few seconds to deposit her a safe distance into the treeline, before turning to face what had become of his holiday home.

"Sir, two targets, Mark 2 Sentinel Drones, bombardment formation." Sentinel drones had always been easy to identify, but hard to track to begin with, which was the initial reason why Tony had picked up on the intellectual theft of his property. Only his own technology would be able to fool JARVIS, but then be identified immediately on 'sight.' The Mark 2s were the smaller, attack dogs of the Sentinels and likely the most similar, if still inferior, to the bulk of his suits. If they hadn't got the jump on the two automated suits below, he had little doubt that they would have been able to fight off the sentinels alone. Now, with the 'life signs' of his own suits gone, it was down to him. They didn't stand much of a chance.

"Typical government ineptitude...steal my technology, yet still manage to make it terrible." He muttered to himself as he took to the skies, the suit covering the distance to the two sentinels, spread out and still pounding the ruins of his home with air-to-ground beams, they reacted too slowly, and the Iron Man tackled one head on at full speed. The suit didn't skip a beat, continuing to push the limits of its short-burst speed as Stark carried the Sentinel higher and higher, the robot starting to break up from the force, before with blasts from both hands, it fell apart. Another red warning light flashed on his HUD and Tony moved the suit a meter to the left, just in time to dodge a blast from behind him. Turning to face the remaining robot, a volley of blasts seared towards him, most were avoided, some glanced off his suit.

"My Turn." The rocket shot forth from his wrist, launching downwards and striking the Sentinel in its head, circuits frying, it nevertheless continued to head towards him, its body following the last issued command, before a moment later the rocket, drilling into its structure, exploded, sending yet more wreckage scattering onto the beach.

"Very good sir."

"Thank you JARVIS."

"There's only one problem sir."

"Why is the government trying to kill me?"

"No, where do I direct Miss Grey to now?"

"Is there a hotel nearby JARVIS?"

"Yes sir, would you like me to hire out a conference suite?"

"No JARVIS, buy the place."