As it turned out, waiting at the end of a darkened corridor while someone you cared about walked into potential peril was only marginally better than waiting at home while someone you cared about walked into potential peril. Front pressed against the wall of the main corridor, Pepper peered around the corner into the shadows, straining her eyes but only barely able to make out the outline of Tony's shape in the pale glow of his reactor. She wanted to call out to him, to ask him what was happening, but was afraid making any noise would be a bad idea.