Tony, unfortunately, hadn't been as lucky. He'd been up most of the night, still with a pleasant amount of alcohol in his system, fogging up his mind and keeping his anger dialed down. Leaving him with a nice bit of fogginess instead. A break in the feeling of betrayal that he used to get to work on his helmet, bickering freely with his AI as he worked open the metal, ran wires out and connected them to the few little things he'd been tinkering with, boosting the speaker system, getting the holographic projectors to spread out further, giving him a bit of working space for his hands with what was still stored in JARVIS' memory banks.

Which was a lot, to be honest. Blueprints of the suit, a few private projects in coding. His songs, pictures, a few movies and games for long flights with absolutely nothing to do.

But that wasn't really the fun part of the night. Not by far. The most fun part was when a sort of ripple went through the boat, where a change hung in the air, a tightness coiling in Tony's chest for a moment that felt all too familiar before it was gone. He felt lighter, could breathe easier than he'd been able to in nine months. And more than that, his heart was beating - pounding - in his chest with a strength it had been lacking, a strength made up for by vibrations that... were no longer there.

And then, he was making close personal friends with the ground.

It didn't make sense for all of fifteen seconds, as he pushed himself up on one arm, the other feeling across his chest, taking in the muscle there, the skin and bone and how smooth everything felt. No scars, no metal. Just skin and muscle and no hole in his chest. It was enough to have him disoriented, yeah, but on the ground in two seconds flat? That wasn't right. That wasn't-

Well. Fuck.

He'd vehemently deny that it took him the entirety of the time for Charles to get the arc reactor in his chest and think to make his way to Tony's room to even make it up on the bed let alone figure out what the hell was going on. But he had a few seconds to spy the reactor that had been in his chest down underneath the desk, the helmet dead on top of it, with it's power source dislodged once the flood hit.

That was right. Floods. That had to have been a flood. He was still thinking, still coherent, so hey. That was good. But his arc reactor was gone, and suddenly it felt like his entire lower half was just... gone. Like he ended at his waist and everything else was empty space. Dead weight.

Which was probably why, the instant Charles' voice sounded from the other side of the door, Tony was snapping back, sounding stressed, pissed, and just a little freaked out.

"Yeah. Perfect. Think I have something of yours though, Chuck. And it's kind of a crappy present, so I hope you still have the receipt."

He looked up when Charles got in the room, very pointedly ignoring the chair he was pushing, not even allowing his eyes to dart further south than the other man's chest, eyes narrowing and crinkling at the sides as he stared at the familiar circle of light... in another person's chest.

"Heart failure sucks, should've warned you on that," he shrugged, though and pushed against the bed, trying to slide further back, ignoring how uselessly his legs just... hung over the edge, at the most natural angle he'd been able to muster, but still it was... well. It was kind of freaking him out a little, he wasn't even gonna lie.

So, he just shrugged at Charles' apology, finally staring down at the chair in front of him, losing himself in thought for a few moments. "Flood or something, right? Or just the Admiral deciding to dick with us?" he rolled his jaw a bit in thought, gaze still fixated on the chair. Not having wavered even a bit. "Yeah, I'm gonna make this thing fly by the end of this flood. You'll be the third person to ever have a piece of my repulsor tech."