Rogue could actually see the wheels in his head turning, trying to figure out her motive, and wondering why she stared down his pulse with ease. Or perhaps he was backing down. Rogue severely doubted the last one; Iron Man's history didn't showcase much retreat and surrender from what she heard.
Watching his fists close, light extinguished, the brunette sucked in a huge breath. He was not going for the most obvious kill. Then again, Avengers weren't known for ending the lives of most enemies. They favored hauling their asses in and imprisoning them in the darkness, dankest places possible. Still, he could have taken her out with a single blast, but it had opted for something else instead.
Rogue didn't have to wait long to find out what that "something" was either. The metallic figure suddenly shot forward at a high speed. He was going for a body slam. A hit that would jar her for sure. Thanks to Ms. Marvel's extraordinary abilities, the southern belle had some room to take a few hits and keep going. Still, a figure as big and hard as Iron Man would leave more than a little bruise. The mutant knew she only had seconds to decide what to do.
Putting on her flight speed, she shot up, the huge hero's shoulder barely missing her body by inches. It was close and Rogue knew if she wanted any chance in this fight, she couldn't afford anymore calls as close as that one. Dropping altitude, she spun and sent a kick towards Iron Man's momentarily exposed back side. It would do nothing, but severe damage was not the goal today.