Stature went down, hard, crashing to her knees but she didn't drop Tony and she didn't let her attacker go. The pain in her leg (the cut was deep and the skin was sizzling and there was blood dripping to pool near her feet) actually made her more angry.
"Hey!" she snapped and grabbed the dangling man's legs between two fingers before he could climb any higher towards Tony. "Drop him," she commanded, tugging at him a little (but not too hard since that whip was still attached to Iron Man's leg). She ignored the pain still searing in her leg- if she'd been normal sized she wouldn't even have a leg after that whip crack- and focused on the people she was holding. It was like playing with really dangerous little dolls.