All right, a little disoriented, but manageable. Oh, okay, something was on Iron Man's head, he could deal with that. There was pressure, a lot of pressure, it was crushing his head, alert, crisis, sound the alarms. "Thor?!" Iron Man gave a (very dignified, real role model behaviour) panicked flail, kicking and grabbing at and tearing up the grass when pushing and pulling himself out from under Ares' foot wasn't nearly as effective as it should have been in his armored weight class. The best Tony could do was twist his head around in his helmet, gradually convincing himself that it was getting smaller and flatter by the nanosecond. That was going to wreak havoc on his face. With less of a plan and more of an instinct, he triggered his magnetic charge, sending arcs of electricity across the surface of the armor and through Ares' abusive foot.