It wasn't much use going stealth now, not Quicksilver on him like a smell bad enough you didn't need to be Wolverine to sniff out. He would just have to hope they had clearance to operate in Italy, because Tony was underprepared for an international incident. His lawyers were busy enough.
"I really don't think he'll mind," Iron Man said, and almost as an afterthought added, "If you're this annoying all the time." They were flying over and veering down closer to glittering city lights, slowing in their descent until they were stopped again. They hovered above the rooftops, Quicksilver supported with a hand on his hip and Iron Man's head turning to get his bearings. What kind of excursion Sinister planned to have at this hour in the fashion capital of the world Tony couldn't begin to figure. He couldn't possibly be that into Gucci. But then, he did have a difficult complexion to work with.
When they did finally land, it was much softer this time, Iron Man taking care not to let his weight down quickly onto the roof of the restaurant. He let Quicksilver go there, not expecting him to have many places to run off to while he crept to the edge of the building to peer over down into the near-empty street.