Chanting a varied selection of curses he had to have learned from Nick wasn't helping with Iron Man's wayfinding, but it did keep him from barking at every dumb bastard still listening and not doing a thing to help him. That was definitely a gunshot he heard, the first hint he had as to the goddamn destination, but it didn't leave him any happier than he had been without a clue. If anyone cared to chime in at any time and tell him why the hell US Agent wasn't answering and just where the hell the pair of them had gone...
Home base, apparently, had their own problems to deal with that were far greater than leaving a child in the hands of someone who didn't care you participate equally in this initiative. Obviously, something on TV was much more important than directing any help the Avengers' way. "Someone's shooting, are you even listening to this? This asshole is going to kill this kid and Ares is going to level the whole fucking state, you goddamn--"
There it was, the construction site, of course. Iron Man charged down toward it, casting a wide net over the entire project to sense movement and heat and send him hurtling straight for the conflict. The light of his RT and repulsors cut through the darkened crevices and threw long shadows from the sparring figures that wavered and skittered out of sight as both Alex and US Agent moved around each other just as Iron Man spotted them. "Are you nuts?" Iron Man called out to them, backing out of the snarl of rebar and cement to follow Alex in his flight up the scaffolding, hands still back behind him to control his stability in the air before anyone invited him into the hostilities.