iron-liver:

///Tony had sent out the message, to all who would receive it from him, to return to Stark Tower as soon as possible, to discuss the plan to remove Loki as a threat. ////

Stumbles into the room, having reached for the handle on the automatic door. His trip knocks loose several brown-orange canisters as they rattle to the floor; Eskalith, xanax, and valium, round out but a few of the bottles prescribed by his SHIELD Psychiatrist. Failing to make the slightest attempt of eye contact his already slim features are enhanced by dense bags and bleary eyes. His clothing also brought through the ringer. Shredded and bullet riddled. He had not taken well to the news. and unfortunately neither did the several floors of stark tower soon after. Sliding into a chair he stairs blankly at the table. Grunting aloud, almost making out the word—
“Here.”