Most people would have taken the glow of the repulsors as a reasonable threat, leaving Tony unprepared for this one to start...coming at him. In a spike of panic, he backed away and up another foot, scattering more glitter in the propulsion that seemed to leave them in a perfect, shimmering orb, Iron Man aiming down at this weird, imperfect mirror that was calling him sir.

At least he was reasonably sure that wasn't a Tony Stark anymore.

"Hey, pump the breaks, this is too much moving around and I can't guarantee this trigger isn't sensitive," he advised, quickly scanning the cameras he had positioned around the square to try to spot if any of that movement from the new Iron Man was actually a threat. The glitter wasn't helping. Nor was the mention of Ultron, making the tension ratchet up Tony's spine and thrum like a viola. This wasn't another suit come to life, was it? The last one had been far more casual, no 'sir's, but that didn't guarantee this one wasn't just as obsessive.

"You're going to have to refresh my memory, I'm coming up empty on what parties we've both been getting invites to. This one doesn't count, I've been trying to make a graceful exit since I got here and the guest list is not exactly exclusive," he tried.