The actual probability of this situation occurring was little under one out of three-thousand sixty-eight, approximately. He hunched over a bit and planted his hands on his knees as he caught his breath and shot JARVIS a wary look.
It shouldn’t be there, huh?
“Mind telling it that?”
There was no way that flimsy log would hold the weight of the suit.
It was either lose the suit, and try and manage without it, or keep it on and risk losing more blood on the trip. Neither option seemed like a decent idea, and both left him more than an hour out from the nearest hospital. The heat wasn’t helping any either, and he felt sweat beading his forehead.
“I’m guessing there isn’t a plan ‘c’.”
JARVIS’ eyes flashed back and forth across the gap as he processed all possibilities. “There is a chance-” he begins, pausing because he’s loathe to try it, not that they have a lot of options. “I should be able to power the suit long enough to maintain repulsion stability across the gap. But the mk43 is damaged with already faulty repulsors- and it is very likely that it would significantly drain my reactor.”
Jarvis’ reactor wasn’t made for the Iron Man. It ran on less juice. Something as simple as a 10% power boost could easily drain it to the point of shutting down, and that wasn’t something they could afford right now. Tony needed assistance getting to the car, and he certainly wasn’t driving himself to the hospital.
“We could also remove the heavier sections of the mk43. Without the chest and the boots, the weight will be reduced significantly.”