The light show was hard to miss and harder to keep up with, and the startled crowd below still stared up at the dark smudge in the building where the window used the be and the last of the creepily articulated legs slipped out of sight. With only a cursory scan to sketch an idea of possible collateral damage, Iron Man darted across the sky and after the creature, disappearing as well before the first man could shout in anger for the destruction these people caused.
That kind of speed and the horribly hamfisted overarching theme that Iron Man was chasing made it pretty clear already who might have been on the other side of this race, but not hearing the familiar voice the second he touched down was a little worrying. Maybe he read it wrong, maybe there was someone more suited to being chased by a spider. Fly-man. God, he hoped not, how unnecessary would that be? The mecha-spider was intent on its prey, anyway, and Iron Man had to demand, "Hey," to get a little deserved attention. This suit wasn't designed to be demure. The thing stopped and stretched up tall to drop its head and examine Iron Man behind it between its legs, assessing the threat. It didn't seem too threatened. "Nobody in there, huh?" Tony surmised. With a burst from his boots, he skimmed the roof and closed the distance between them to slam down on the lip at the back of the spider's shell, driving it to the floor.