While Steve forced the window open, Tony had sat to unzip his boots and let them hit the floor with hollow thunks, one disappearing under the bed. He only rolled his head back to give Steve a soft smile at his comment, because they both must have known that it was everyone else that was missing out. It was just a flash, then gone as Tony bounced up to step up onto the bed with Steve where he could reach the window, raising his eyebrows at his friend to encourage him out of the goddamn way.
With a stretch, haul, and a bit of flailing of his legs for momentum because we aren't all as graceful as Captain America, Tony pulled himself through the skylight onto the roof. Crouching, he scrambled only a few feet before his foot slipped and he decided this was a fine enough place to sit. He could fly whether or not he had the Iron Man, but without it Tony knew he wasn't so good at landing. He leaned back on his elbows and closed his eyes for a deep breath to let the vodka-vodka-scotch-rum sloshing in his vision settle and everything become clear again. Even behind his eyelids, though, he could see the bright flashes of colour that lit up the sky and showered down over the Hudson River.