"Always," Iron Man ground out in reply, but had one eye squeezed shut under the mask, his HUD still spasming deliriously in the wake of the impact. He didn't have to see past it to reach up, blindly grasping for the help to his heavy feet, then was blasting off again leaving Cap in the heatwave of his jets. It wasn't Cap, though, was it?, but that thought got stuck in a system loop while Iron Man scanned for more of those explosives and wondered how wide this old dude's range of influence could be. It was time to exert some scientific theory.
Blasting the stairs at the assailants' feet as he swept in to throw up a blinding rubble, Iron Man made straight for the guy in charge, muttering, "Keep an eye..." before remembering he'd only be talking to himself in this fight. Cap (it wasn't, it wasn't, wasn't, was it) would have to read the room. Iron Man snatched the man amidst the chaos not comfortably or entirely securely by the front of the shirt to drag him back into the bank, cleared of bodies now, echoing and cool and gradual feet away from his lackeys.