That was unexpected. Whiplash was dragged off of his hoverboard, making it instantly drop to the ground as he swung through the air on his crackling whip, secured to his wrist by the gauntlet that gave it its deadly charge. "Hey, woah!" he complained, grabbing the handle with both hands and drawing his legs up to try to slow his momentum before it occurred to him to cut it off entirely by retracting the whip. He started climbing towards Stark, the other whip dangling dangerously down and throwing sparks towards the ground, when he was struck around the head and shoulder by the sharp edge of Captain America's shield. This wasn't fair at all. Dropping again in surprise, his legs kicking out, eye squinted shut against the pain and blood soaking through his costume over his shoulder, Whiplash retaliated with his free hanging whip, striking at the giant's legs with a crack that could be heard even over the threnody of wailing sirens.
Iron Man, half structured but apparently holding without the continued surge as Whiplash was distracted, lolled his head forward on Stature's knuckles, panting hot, sporadic breaths against her giant hand as his heart tried to find a sustainable rhythm. He seemed only faintly aware that she was even there, and at best confused by it, but less resigned to death.