The heavy silence that fallen over the now decimated planet of Titan was abruptly interrupted by a sudden gust of wind and weezing vorping noise as what seemed to be a blue police box materialized several feet off-a light on its rooftop flashing as it came into view.

At last, the box was fully corporal and the owner of the box, a man in a purple waist coat, hiking boots and a bow tie, pulled the doors open inward and stepped outside, frowning at the sky above and then looking around.

"This one is all wrong-must've been a hellauva fight." He took a breath in. "Air's a bit touch and go-best you stay in there for now." He stated to the box before looking around again, eyes falling on the other two people on the planet with him.

"Now then. Tony Stark, isn't it?"