It was as if she handed him that one, but Tony still took it, bringing both hands to his chest to humbly admit, "I do." She didn't seem to want to listen. So a date was out of the question, but at least she wasn't attacking the civilians anymore and Iron Man had her full attention. Bonus, out of the fourteen hundred other things he was supposed to do this afternoon, a bit of a wrestle in the park didn't seem so bad.
Without dropping his hands, the only obvious sign of attack that Iron Man made at Rogue's welcome was a strange shutter click of the large repulsor point in his chest, succeeded by a bright, disorienting flash and a loud CRACK that echoed through the park and deafened the still scrambling crowd. Iron Man's helmet dampened the effects, letting him bolt forward to tackle Rogue to the ground, hoping the flashbang was enough to keep her from going too superstrong cowgirl on him and end this quick.