[ Damn, that would have be great. Well, he'll find some other reason to tease her about this later. Now Natasha is on one of the branches instead, and that's distracting enough, even if as a result the treant swings one of its other branches back. Tony narrowly dodges the swipe, ducking down low and rolling to the side, come to rest near one of the creatures...roots? Legs? Hell if he knows. ]

Does plan B involve you wrestling a tree monster? Because not gonna lie, that might be even better.

[ He yaps as he holds both of his hands over the gnarled root, generating heat into his palms, slowly but surely. God, this is the worst. If he had his repulsors, this thing would have been friend minutes ago. ]

Do me a favor, Nat, and keep this sucker from moving around? Pretty please?

[ That should be easy...from her vantage point on its branches...right??? ]