“I did mean on top of the mask you already have,” Margo promised. She studied Stark’s outfit. “Hold on.”

She reached for the stack by the door and picked up a subtle black-and-purple metal mask. She made an elaborate gesture with one hand, then moved it down, as if she was pulling on something.

Half the right side of the mask came off, leaving just the upper arch.

She held it out for him. “Hold this for me for a second. Your mask’s metal, right?”