Following Danny from above to keep the entire army from falling on him at once and finding himself doing a lot more watching than shooting, Iron Man came to hover above the pair of Avengers where he could see the extent of the enemies' ranks. "I'm not sure if that's strictly racist, Hawkeye, but it's certainly inadvisable," he chided. Still, he wasn't entirely prepared to answer Hawkeye's question. They all had about the same overwhelmed idea of just what the fuck this nonsense was, limited, he was sure, to focusing on punching the first nonsense that got too close. That wasn't even the half of it, though. "We have to do something about that water," he declared, rolling out of the path of Atlantean firepower elegantly without turning away from the flooding island.
It was some less expected motion spotted out of the corner of his eye that made Iron Man turn, then abruptly dart away from his team. Jetting over her transparent assault wall, Iron Man hailed, "Suzie!", ending the formalities there and pointing towards Liberty Island. "I could use your help," he welcomed, then gave a strange, staticy exclamation and jerked awkwardly forward, back bowed. He fell almost five feet before he recovered and spun around to confront his attacker, but they were faster than him and another sonic blast glanced off of his shoulder. Maybe he should have picked a less distracting teammate.