Whatever kind of death awaited him locked up in the Bugle was probably preferable to splatting down on the pavement if Iron Man were to drop him. At least, that's what Ben thought from the point he was scooped up and right until the monster launched itself at the ascending trio and nearly got Ben's leg. Being mauled and gnawed on by that thing was probably even worse. The sudden plummeting had him rethinking his position again. Over the shriek of the girl and the howl of the monster and the wind, he registered a strange noise- oh, that was him, making those strangled wheezing noises. He was probably going to die, wheezing, in Iron Man's arms. Or in that creature's grip. Or on the pavement below. Probably, he should've just let Jonah take a bite out of him and got this all over with a lot sooner rather than have to cope with this rescue attempt.
His faith was restored somewhat (or at least, he managed to stop wheezing) once they rocketed off the roof. The sense of security was short-lived because he made the mistake of looking down and had to turn his face against the cold metal of Iron Man's breast plate and try to suck in deep calming breaths in a high wind. This whole situation was ludicrous. When Ben did manage to open his eyes again he saw the facade of the Avengers tower coming up fast and, when they started slowing, he was relieved that it'd been a short ride.