Stone Circle Uh, Rhodey, the armor already has magnetic capacity.

 

Stark snorted when Rhodey said he'd be chewed up and spat out, giving a little shrug of his shoulder. "Not that I'm planning on it happening, but, what a way to go, eh?" No, Stark had different ideals and most of them aligned with living to a ripe old age. Maybe he'd have a gaggle of kids, maybe he'd end up with grandkids coming to visit the homestead from their own packs. It was a nice, peaceful dream, one he highly doubted he'd ever actually deserve. "So what's been keeping you busy?' He asked his friend curiously.