She was just going to march on by like that? Hurtful. Iron Man might not have been eye level anymore, but he still liked to think he cut a striking figure. Arms out to innocently bear this brutality, he had to ask, "What is it, should it be bigger? Are we all back to admitting size matters now? God, I have been out of the loop, this could have been my renaissance. You're looking good, though; couldn't miss you across a football field. What's your secret? Light beer?" That could have been better, Tony would have to workshop it until he hit the sweetspot between getting her to pick him up but not squeeze him. It was a very narrow margin, he might have to risk that sweet death. "Scrapbooking? Zumba?" That might have been too far. "I was just looking for your sweetheart," Iron Man quickly rolled into, leading them back into Betty's confident path, loosing some of his easy coolness in the skip he had to take every third step to keep up with her. "Avengers card doesn't seem to be active, that's weird, right?"