She could have said almost anything to him and Iron Man probably wouldn't have turned his head. He was still looking over the park and towards the river. Through the noise he was trying to get someone to respond to him, demanding, "Avengers?" then "Nick," to no avail. Everyone else was talking at once. This was no longer any fun.
Intent on ending this quickly now, he turned just in time to see Rogue hurtling towards him. He wasn't just going to take the hit; he flung his arms out as if to catch her, the fleet of ailerons on his back fluttering as her trajectory was calculated to compensate for the roll that was coming, and WHAM! Iron Man had turned his head away again, gritting his teeth against the impact, and closed his eyes as they hurtled together with her in a bear hug until he could get some control. He did with a leg curled around hers and knee pressed to her side to keep a hold on her when he wrenched her back with a vice grip on the back of her neck and meet her eyes. Whatever flirty tease he would have had for her then before the image of the impacted Raft was floating in front of him was replace by an elbow jab to her mouth.