All it takes is Steve’s tone for Tony to realize that he’s overlooked something very, very important here. It’s not the prisoners in their cells that are the focus, it’s the obvious lack of non-dusted personnel here. The moment Tony had seen the dust, he should have run the math in his head. It would not be impossible for all of the former workers to have been part of the random and arbitrary culling, but it’s still highly unlikely. It’s also not impossible for the Raft to function with a dead man’s switch either, but there had been no evidence of shut down… And no evidence of backup security.

With all of the power out, in fact, there is no security. Though he hears Steve’s words, his eyes drill into the screens, looking for inconsistencies. He finds one immediately. There’s no sign of someone roaming the hall, but there’s also obvious distress in the people in their cells. And there’s one very, very bizarre scene in what looks to be a cafeteria. There’s a lot of debris there. No, not debris. Bodies. Bodies torn limb from limb.

It takes Tony’s face more time than his brain to figure out that they had just strolled into a situation heading towards the upper reaches of FUBAR. Tony turns to do as he’s told, rushing through the door just before the Iron Man armor goes into defensive mode. It’s not so much the sound of repulsors and heat-missiles engaging whatever else had moved into the hallway outside of the control room that worries Tony, though.

It’s the roar of the giant, Hulk-like creature that sustains the damage the armor throws at it.