Spider-Woman was on her own to contend with this discovery for several long seconds. The blast may have bounced off of his helmet and hadn't taken him out immediately, but Iron Man's ears were left ringing and head swimming, disoriented enough before she knocked him off course and finally shook him as he careened into the wall she nimbly followed. This wasn't the frayed nerves of the compromised that Tony was getting intimately familiar with. This was a serious problem. Did fucking Hammer know about this? No-- she wasn't even here on his orders, if her word could be trusted. What the hell was happening?
Taking more care on his approach this time, Iron Man, a little less finely polished than when they met, came drifting behind her in a wide arc, trying to keep an eye on Spider-Woman while his attention insisted quite willfully on the situation. That was, some kind of alien infestation in the sewers; the first taste of the hoarded trash was just an appetizer for the cavern of discarded treasures. Well, relatively speaking. The squat, fat, frankly fungal-like creature that skittered amongst the piles (artless arrangements? natural hills?) of flushed debris were definitely not rats or familiar amphibians. His HUD steadily reported the presence of an unfamiliar energy signature that they were just about sitting on top of then, but all he could see with his eyeballs was garbage, dirt and mushroom people, who didn't seem to be particularly concerned with the intrusion. "Friends of yours?" he asked from behind Spider-Woman, just as one finally looked their way and squinted with interest at the way the light caught Iron Man's armor.