"Hey, woah-- is there something in the fucking water?" Iron Man demanded, waving his hands then to stop all of this goddamn fighting. They had all gone to the same briefing, he thought, but he was the only one not interested in drawing blood at this party-- at least, as long as he could help it. Apparently that time had just run out, because he kicked into gear to throw himself into the brawl and tear that grown fucking man off of the poor kid's back.
There just wasn't enough time in the interim for him to acknowledge and process the projectile warning. He should have outpaced anything heading for him, but there wasn't much that could beat the lethal combination of mjolnir and single minded determination. Tony had hardly noticed the flash of the alarm, determined to push it aside until he got hands on US Agent, when he was jerked violently off course by a semi-truck or maybe an entire football team. The breath went out of him so quickly and his eyeballs might have fallen out of his head the way everything instantly went dark, throwing off his entire perception of up or down as he went crashing through the flimsy beginnings of a floor and what should have been a sturdy foundation. The weight on him was a workable enough reference, though, and Iron Man kicked both feet up into the heat of it to give a solid, well-deserved blast from both of his boots.