Tony had wasted very little time either, however he ignored any weapon in favour of just the back pack, scooping it up as he kept on running. At his age, running wasn't exactly his most favourite of things to do, however all he knew is he had to out run the chaos of the cornucopia and lay low.

After all, it's worked out for him well so far, he might as well keep it up.

After wandering around with deliberate aimlessness, Tony soon found himself along the same hallway as Clint, not that he knew who was ahead of him exactly, it was two dim to make out anything other than a mostly human shape, and really most everyone in the games were very human shaped for the most part. Not the turtle or the dragon, but the majority.

He had every intention of ducking out of the hallway the second he could not only to give the man in front of him less reason to turn and charge him, but also to get away from the slowly deafening noise of both of their footsteps against every available surface.

And then the lights went out, and Tony didn't have anything like the training Clint had and wasn't really silent about it.

"Oh. Well that's just... great" he grits out before shuffling to the closer wall so he could at least use it to guide him forward and to a different hallway. Both relieved and annoyed that he was brought here after he had his reactor removed.

He needed to get out of the darkness and fast, because he's developed a problem with dark cave-like surroundings for some reason.