Matte black surface scuffed from hitting the concrete, dusted with shattered rock, Iron Man half turned in the air to watch Sinister over his shoulder. That was certainly an annoying skill. How did you hit something intangible?
Elektra still on the ground disturbed him just a little more. He had never seen her prone like that, was almost ready to believe she didn't feel anything since coming back from the dead, and he was pretty sure a good slap wouldn't best her like that. At least now Sinister was surrounded, by one of the stranger crews Iron Man ever expected to be part of, but at least they all had the same goal.
"Hey," he snapped to get Sinister's attention, not too fond of the way he was looking at Wanda, "you have to wait for the Viagra to kick in anyway, don't you? Over here, buddy." He completed his turn as he talked, aiming both palms at Sinister to distract him with a well charged repulsor to the gut.