Good attitude. Tony smiled again while Spider-Man limbered up, dropping his hands to his sides and calling his helmet to spread from his neck and form over his head. It wasn't so different from 'the good old days'-- though, that train of thought from Spidey could get a little nerve-wracking. Even the way he said 'back before the outbreak', like they had entered into a whole new era, B.C., A.D., A.O., that there was no turning back from. It was getting hard to see, but Tony didn't want to believe there was no end to this, not yet.
"Next time," Iron Man promised, though he didn't foresee going anywhere near Mystique in the near future. Of course, it was still going to happen. It wasn't like Tony ever learned. "We're on car jacking duty," he explained, gesturing for Spidey to follow him out of the gallery and down to the sculpture garden. "We might have to move a lot of people and their stuff fast. It's either this or packing," he offered.