In the brief respite that Sue and Hawkeye bought them, Iron Man canted his head at the Avenger in thanks, but didn't say anything that would betray what his expression might have been behind his faceplate. He only rolled his shoulder, already feeling tender, cursing the early hour again. Couldn't they have at least held off until after lunch? This was just unnecessary. He turned back to Sue, gesturing for her to follow, trusting Hawkeye's word and aim enough to leave him to handle the harbour.
"I thought we'd let the plan kind of fall into place," he admitted, hesitating only a moment before accepting he couldn't come up with anything more reassuring and waiting any longer meant she might confront him on the ready fire aim tactic. With a flare of his jets, he darted away over the churning water, the waves lapping high enough to lick at his breastplate and send spatters of white droplets fleeing from his propulsion.