Iron Man didn't respond immediately, as though he was weighing this much more reasonable plan against his desperate guess very seriously and/or what accepting it would mean for his pride. With the bag bundled in his arms, though, he had to admit, "Good call," then lead them through the building to the service elevator, where Hulk might reasonably fit. Like an oversized refrigerator. Once they were inside and idly waiting for the lift to rocket them to the top floor, though, Iron Man thought to ask, "Am I supposed to shove them in there and rub her throat?"
The doors slid open noiselessly, leaving Iron Man standing without an answer and the bag still in his arms, staring into the white expanse of his penthouse. In his helmet, belatedly, he murmured, "Got a location for me, JARVIS?", prompting a projection of the floorplans to flicker from the RT at the centre of Iron Man's chest for both of them to consider.