Had Pietro been anyone else, the sheer shock of glancing back to switch lanes and seeing a flying suit of armor might have had him skidding off the road. As it was, he very nearly collided with the line of cars in front of him, as he came level with the traffic jam.
Increasing his speed, he veered at the last moment, twisting and squeezing his way through the traffic, elevated sensory perception the only thing keeping him from being a mess of on the pavement.
Why the fuck was Iron Man here? Damn his fucking knees, he never should have opted for the bike over his own two feet.