Tony may take a hit or two, but you can be damn sure he's going to try and give out a few of his own. He dodges what he can. (Thank god for Happy.) Raises his weapon and slashes it at flesh and hopes for contact. Just... hopes it isn't with Clint.

Its a blur or people and arms and fists and blood. He can taste it in his own mouth and he can actually feel pieces of him inside that are broken, so sharp it leaves him breathless.

This is going down hill fast.