A shriek was abruptly cut off with a whump and the fountain Rogue threw crashed to the ground, the cement splintering and gouging the soft earth when it bounced and skidded into the grass. The woman that had been standing in its path was gone, her scream swallowed in a gasp as she was picked up off the ground and remained in stiff shock until Iron Man set her down again, barely touching the path with his toe and the flare of his repulsors kicking pebbles up behind him. He deposited the woman, shivering and confused, without a word. That was an Avenger, right?
He sped away from her and back towards the center of this chaos where he hovered over Rogue's head, offering nothing and waiting for her demands, droplets of water from Rogue's torn out fountain clinging to his armor and pulsing lights from the emergency vehicles reflecting off of the metal. It was possible that she was just a crazy and was throwing a super-tantrum for some attention, but there were usually some poorly thought out excuses for the behaviour that they could work out before Iron Man handed her over to the police. After all, Iron Man knew this girl. There was some good intention in her, at least at one time.