"Big?" Bruce laughed, offering his hand to shake, "I'm a racer, mechanic too. Bruce Bailey, Stark pulled me right out of the pit. We'll see how I do in one of his suits after years bent over handlebars."

He looked around the square. So far it was still just the three of them. But then, how many people did Tony Stark trust to fly his fancy armors? "Say, how many are we waiting on? Do you have a roll call?"