With the Iron Man he would have stopped her short-- hell, he would have her locked in a cell by now where she couldn't get anyone else hurt. Tony still didn't activate it as Mystique barreled toward him, feeling her skin slap against his as he caught her to let her momentum carry them back and-- trip over a thick shard caught in the minute seam of the shower floor. Again, she had the burden of his full weight, only this time he didn't mean to smack into the far wall of the shower but only found his balance when he brought his stabbed foot down to force the glass deeper into the muscle. He ground his teeth but didn't stop, grabbing Mystique by the front of her shirt to throw her against the wall where it would hurt most and the protruding water spout would jab into something soft. He didn't have the time to be kidnapped right now.