"One: that wasn't us," Iron Man began to set the record straight as he finally leapt back into the air and his more comfortable battle zone, "Two: we don't want him, he steals stuff." Already thoroughly humiliated, he kept his good shoulder toward the wrestling pair, letting the other slouch limply behind him while the armor ground together around its mangled self and sealed the damage inside. "Look at me, I'm irresistible," he said, sure that would get him a long enough glance to earn a roll of the eyes so Ares could see the concussive force of Iron Man's repulsor come straight for his ugly face.