With as much speed as he could muster, limbs still a little numb and heavy with the armor, Tony was on his knees and peering over the edge of the balcony, clutching the steel and squinting in the dark. "...Steve?" he ventured tentatively, seeing no movement in the shadows. It had been funny as long as he expected Cap to react and catch himself in time, maybe do some kind of fancy tuck and roll and come out of it with only his pride bruised but-- There was no way he didn't. Tony narrowed his eyes, his helmet slowly forming around his tender skull until it was the glow of Iron Man's eyes searching in the darkness and Tony could scan the area with infrared.