It was kind of like hitting a truck, only less forgiving. What happened to all those soft parts Tony liked so much? For all the good it did him, hitting Rogue slammed his head around in his helmet and probably destroyed a few hundred braincells, if his brain was still in his skull at all. Iron Man stopped himself from tumbling after her with his arms rigid at his sides and palms out towards her, one knee tucked up against his stomach and head tilted up as if he watched her and wasn't trying to blink away stars in his eyes.
When his vision stopped swimming, he curled the fingers on both hands, not taking his repulsors off of her but inviting her to take her shot, if she dared. She could always surrender. They were pretty high up, the landing would be more broken bones than S.H.I.E.L.D. would care to pay for if he knocked her out at this height. She would-- Iron Man turned his head abruptly, like something in the distance had caught his attention. A decoy, it was so obvious. The reports flooded in, filling his HUD and creating an erratic cacophony in his helmet that added to the throbbing pain in his head.