It was not this hard to catch a bus in this city the last time Tony checked. Granted, that was years ago, but Tony didn't remember it with any fondness. The group had weapons-- there were way too many people in New York carrying guns, Tony knew that now-- and they were raising them ready to hunt the intruders until they went down. "Running," Iron Man announced, "that's my plan." If Spider-man wanted to do anything that sounded less like being little girls, he was free to present it in the air after Iron Man snatched him back up to take off. Behind them, the crack of gunfire sounded like distant fireworks and Iron Man darted evasively, then abruptly stopped and changed course. They couldn't go back to the museum and bring the mob with them. "Options, Spidey, talk to me," he prompted, scanning the surrounding skyscrapers frantically as he circled and took sharp turns through the deserted streets.