Iron Man was close behind. Spider-Woman's gentle reassurance accomplished the opposite, worsening the skin-crawly feeling that should have been locked out of Tony's armor while she smiled, all teeth, in the already creepy underlit glow of his RT. It did throw him off enough to stumble back at her shove, almost ending up on his knees under her strength and springing out of the crouch with a flare that roared through the acoustic tunnels. Tony didn't know what that was all about, but it certainly didn't put him in the mood for Jess' game.
He didn't have to follow and match her speed, though, the light of his jets in pursuit cutting out of the race abruptly as he darted down a different tunnel; the whine and hiss of them still echoed over the sound of the water behind her, mapping out these paths for Iron Man as he flew through the dark. He burst out of a channel ahead of Spider-Woman, repulsors kicking up an architectural wave under his boots and hands up and warning bright. "I think we have to learn to express ourselves better, if we want this relationship to work," he said