Quick Exit
Tony stood leaning up against the wall on the other side of the room glowering angrily at Niko. He wanted nothing more then to slap him with the dictionary like Sherlock had done not to long ago, but Watson was not letting him anywhere Niko.
“You know Stark there is no way for you to get back,” Niko mused, “Just picture it, about 130 years in the future Loki is invading Earth, I wonder what's happening with your wife.”
“Please let me punch him!” Sherlock growled, but Watson blocked him.
“You know Stark, you shouldn’t have saved those robot parts,” Niko said with an evil smile.
Shit!
“I have to go,” Tony said and bolted out of the room before anyone could respond. He was done putting these people in danger. He had almost gotten Sherlock killed by robots three times in the last week and a half. Cold air nipped at Tony’s face as he sprinted through the courtyard and into the barn. He grabbed the first bridle he could find. He went quickly over to one of the horses (not one of the ones he and Holmes had used to make their first escape attempt.) He swung the bridle on to the horses head and clipped it on. He was about to go for a saddle, but a robot exploded through the wall of the barn. He didn’t have time for a saddle. He threw the stall door open and vaulted up onto the horses back.
“Come on!” He shouted, kicking the horse. It sprang forward out of the stall, and out of the still open barn door. They charged past Sherlock who must have followed him out.
“Tony what are you doing?!” Sherlock shouted as the horse galloped past.
“Sorry, I can’t put you in danger anymore,” Tony shouted over his shoulder. He looked back over his shoulder to see Sherlock dive out of the way of the robot as it exploded out of the barn. Tony kicked the horse harder, and it increased its speed. He had no idea where he was going, he just knew he had to get this thing away from Sherlock and Watson.
The robot fell farther and farther behind them, until Tony could no longer see it. He turned his gaze back to the road ahead.