Of course not. Behind his mask, Tony frowned, shying back again as she made a move and clenching his fists in annoyance. This wasn't right. She was obviously baiting him, but it wasn't clear why. What was he missing? Iron Man didn't follow her to the ground, but kept watching, taking account of all of the pedestrians still lingering and taking in the show like they didn't realize there was a threat. Even the police watched, waiting, not sure what they were supposed to do with an Avenger on the scene. Their collective flinch drew his attention back to Rogue, and the tree she swung through the air. SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH (TONNAGE NOT CALCULATED).
The suit reacted faster than Tony had full processed it, controls deploying to keep him steady in the air as he snapped out both arms with his palms already glowing with a charge. The tree became debris slicing through the air, showering the audience with nicks and bruises that made them finally realize that this wasn't just a performance. They hurt each other even more trying to get some distance from the fight, shoving and trampling even as the police woke up and attempted to corral them. By the time Iron Man could give Rogue the attention she wanted again she was off towards her next random target of destruction. He bolted after her, finally touching down in her path, one hand held up with his fingers splayed. "All right, sweetheart, someone needs to teach you how sexy consent is. These people aren't into it, but I'd let you throw me around a bedroom, how does that sound?" he offered, the other hand alighting on his chest in incongruous delicacy. If she would oblige him with a conversation, she might give him a hint.