His teeth clicked as Tony clamped his jaw shut against admitting how much that fucking hurt, but even grinding his teeth and letting her jerk his head back didn't stop the burning behind his eyes and he accepted her mysterious third arm as an entirely justifiable hallucination. Only it was very tangible for a hallucination and the panic of that realization was almost enough of a blow to knock him over, making it easy for her to reel him in and spit her challenge in his ear. Hold back? What, the Iron Man? Good question. The rain of water changed its cadence as it bounced off of the metal painting itself up Tony's curved back and it was a cold and detached glove that wrapped itself around Mystique's hand in Tony's hair. He pulled her with him easily as he rolled onto his back, knee tucked against her stomach forcing her up like he would flip her head over heels, only to jamb his other boot against her and kick her straight through the glass doors of the shower with a repulsor blast.