The only other person Tony knew that talked so much was Quicksilver, and he wasn't missing it. Though he flashed him a grin and jerked his chin toward enemy territory to keep Spider-Man focused, Tony could only hope that the kid could keep the volume down long enough to get the job done. Iron Man couldn't be counted on to be the stealthy one; then who would look at him? The last word on the subject was Tony's and a simple, "Go," to start the game and signal the beginning of Captain America's glorious defeat. Cap only had a fraction of a second to digest that sidelong communication before Tony dropped his helmet on. It locked into place as the repulsor points along his body grew hot and Iron Man leapt into the air, leaving the rest in a cloud of dust and heading straight for the roof of the Red Team's dilapidated building. He was hard to miss and didn't try to hide that he was only up there for a few seconds before jumping over the ledge again and letting his jets flare to catch himself, studying the darkened face of the building that opposed its twin. Apparently, to decide on the perfect window to go crashing through. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the complex and sung on the concrete as it hit the ground and Iron Man disappeared into the black interior.