That was easy. Or so Tony thought, actually surprised to have hit the ground without a lot of struggle and looking down at Rogue with a hidden smile. Iron Man's hands pinned her shoulders down, and his chest heaved with a sigh, all of the glowing points on his suit dimming as he exhaled like he expected to power down. Rogue seemed a bit too happy with this situation, too, though, for her position. Iron Man cocked his head, then belatedly made a grab for her leg, shifting his weight onto one of her shoulders and pushing against one knee. Maybe next time he should come in after he had a plan.
A kick to his pelvis almost flipped him upside down and onto his back and Iron Man scrambled, intuitively kicking on his jet boots and slamming his own shoulder into the ground before he slapped a hand against it to push off and right himself. He was back in the air, one arm dulled with a smear of mud but the dangerous disks on his palms shining brightly and locked on Rogue.