"Wow. Now see, Jim woulda got beaten up really bad a few times, then stolen someone's weapon or something and tried to sneak out the next time they pulled him out for torture. Probably would have managed it too, but just by the skin of his teeth. He's technically a genius, but most of the time you'd never know it. He just doesn't act that way, you know? Elaborate plans just aren't something he does very often. But your Mr. Stark is definitely impressive. He made a whole metal suit? How did he even think of that?"

Because honestly? That would never have occurred to McCoy or Jim. They'd have made weapons probably. Maybe worked up some kind of distraction. But a giant metal suit? No way.

McCoy eyed the boy, suddenly itching for his tricorder. But he'd have to move to get it and hugging Peter was still comforting, "Just how much stronger are you? And is it genetic? I thought you were human, but it wouldn't be the first time I was wrong around here. Would you mind if I took a scan?" The last was automatic. He didn't even think about how insulting it might sound.