[ It doesn't take Rhodey long for him to realize he's made a mistake.

For him to realize that his tablet had been flashing FIND SHELTER IMMEDIATELY at him for the past hour. For him to realize that all the doors in the nearby vicinity are locked tight. For him to realize there is no lock to pick, no windows to break.

For him to realize that he is needlessly and absolutely trapped outside, with the sun having set and the world dark, with snow falling and temperatures dropping.

For him to realize he could actually freeze to death, that his death isn't going to come by some daredevil stunt to feed his need for an adrenaline rush, or by protecting innocents while wearing the War Machine suit, or by his choice in best friends.

No, he's going to die because it's fucking freezing and the doors are locked.

He ducks behind the wall of the house in a meager attempt at staving off the biting chill of the wind and takes out his tablet. ]

So, that message on your tablets, telling you to find shelter? It's not joking, [ he informs, because if he's going to die out here, the least he can do is try to prevent any future deaths. He fights a shiver as a gust of wind finds it's way around the corner. ]

There's not a chance those doors open from the inside, is there? [ He's not expecting it to, not at this point, but he guesses it doesn't hurt to ask. ]