"Good names," Iron Man signed off with a laugh. Hopefully, they wouldn't stick. As grateful as he was that he didn't get caught up in this mess, he would gladly sprout a tail and snout if it meant Captain America didn't have to struggle with whatever emotional upheaval it was he thought he was suppressing by lurking darkly around the Tower with his jaw set like he was ready to punch the next moving thing if for one second it didn't depress him even more. Or maybe Tony was projecting. Either way, fucking up Tony's lifestyle wasn't a huge loss to anyone. The imposing Captain America never confidently appearing anywhere in his iconic uniform through this strange time was surely contributing to the chaos that had struck the city.
Up in Susan's sterile laboratory, Iron Man had his helmet back on and said out loud in that projected voice that was just not human enough to be unnerving, "Jessie says hello and suggested you two get together for a drink and a pillow fight after this." With his blank faceplate, it was difficult to tell exactly how much of that was true. He gave a shrug of his shoulders to make sure everything was in the right place with an air of finality, then asked, "You gonna stay here, or do you want to ride with me," with a thumb pointed back the way they had come and, presumably, through the convenient access port he'd made for them. Before she could even answer, he decided there was no way to turn down an offer like that and was advising, "No heels. I only do spurs in the bedroom, cowgirl."