All of a sudden, they hit earth. A wall of dirt flew up before them, pushed by the jets of the suit and a leading foot digging into the ground, scattering sand and stone and leaving it to rain down on Iron Man's shoulders hunched over Pietro's head. His grip barely loosened.
"Sometimes, that means letting me do my job," he finally answered, but he still had no answers for himself. He glanced around, the strange stillness of the time in this part of the world throwing him, stark from the warmth of the approaching relaxed twilight of California, and making his grip on Pietro tighten again for just a second. His voice was lower when he continued; "You're a fucking pain in the ass."