The little guy didn't look as pleased with the turn-out as Tony felt and the mood was dangerously contagious. Spider-Man wasn't usually the one to discourage his poor jokes. It made Tony's brow furrow, revealed as his helmet retracted though he turned to examine the wreckage once more, shooting Spider-Man a sidelong glance. He took a couple hard hits, maybe that was it.
"Is this it, or is it just the first wave?" Tony asked after a beat, twirling a finger at the skies in case something else was on its way to falling on their heads. What he had gotten himself into obviously wasn't his greatest concern, though, by the studious way he was eying Spider-Man. Tony didn't know much about the guy, but it was obvious that he was barely old enough to be out passed nine and it was hard enough to limp home and lick your wounds alone when you were pushing forty. Not that Tony would admit it.