Now that was embarrassing. Good aim on the kid, though. With one eye still winked shut against the throb in his head, Tony salvaged some pride by helping haul his own metal ass the last few inches onto solid ground and didn't get the chance to complain about the webbing fucking up his paint job before the spider did it for him. This thing was terrible for conversation.
Its intent on Spider-Man was still a poor tactic that let Iron Man get right up behind it again. He grabbed one of its legs and drag it back across the concrete before it could get too close to the other hero, leaving deep gouges in the roof as it dug in. Since it worked so well last time, it fired up its jets, dousing and blinding Iron Man and slipping out of his hold into the sky. "Did you get him in the face?" Tony complained, hunched in annoyance, seeing white and feeling far too debauched for this early in the evening. He didn't even know what had sparked this encounter and he was feeling less invested with every damaged braincell. And here the thing was freefalling back down for his head.