Damn, she was fast, too. When he didn't connect, Iron Man stopped himself abruptly in the air, hands pushed out in front of him and ailerons on his back flaring out for drag and to twist him back around but making him look like a startled animal. Rogue's foot connected with one, crunching it against his back, jamming debris against his exposed underarmor and sending chips and bolts falling to the ground. Iron Man grunted, arching away from it, and by the time he had swung around in a fraction of a second the damaged plate was smoothing against his back like it dripped into a liquid mold.
Before she could recover from her own attack, Iron Man was lashing out at Rogue and grabbed her ankle, twisting it sharply to spin her in the air and disorient her again. She might have had the strength and speed, but Tony was pretty sure Iron Man had the advantage here in a dog fight; she wasn't really using her environment. Better to keep her in it. Grabbing with the other hand, too, he swung her downwards to transfer energy then flung her further up into the sky and away from the park. He chased quickly; she wasn't going to get a reprieve up there, she was going to get that body check.