Or Spider-Woman could know about his cockroach cowardice, that wasn't embarrassing at all. There weren't any words of comfort on hand to convince Jess this wasn't some cosmic joke so Iron Man was left to drop his empty hands, shrugging with his cooled palms open to her to take anything she had to help him out here for an awkwardly quiet beat, then finally provided (to make sure the joke was at least a little funny), "We've got to stop meeting like this." Which wouldn't have been such a good joke if there was ever any reason in their varied history to coincidentally bump into each other in New York's rejected subterranea. As it turned out, it wasn't so much funny as unnerving anyway. "Uh--" Iron Man stumbled into to excuse his presence in case the S.H.I.E.L.D. monkeys were watching. "I just thought I'd take a look at--scout the place out before--" This would have been easier, for once, if she could see his face and furrowed brow begging for a little sympathy here; instead, he had a finger twirling in the air to march this conversation along and not leave him hanging on what would surely end with a brutal dressing down for sneaking around behind Hammer's back.