There was no monster attacking the city, no blizzard threatening to it down and the Avengers were here. There was nothing here to complain about, yet she was still passing by New Yorkers grumpy about having to wait in line for rides. While Maria was recovering from the last attack Wicked volunteered to take her two oldest kids to the event. They were both over eight and easier to deal with then the two smaller ones in diapers. Wicked didn't do diapers. So far the only problem was the line for the Ferris wheel was another thirty minutes but they wanted to get Iron Man's autograph for their mother. Since they were more Captain America fans this was a tough choice
"Okay look you watch your sister and I'll get the autograph problem solved. I've been on enough Ferris wheels I get the gist. Up high see the whole park."
She was not expecting a war zone when she back tracked to where she saw him last. The mustard and ketchup and something greed was being flung every which way and in the center of it stood Tony Stark.
"You're busy, I'll just uh..." Did the kid running, head first, into a tree have Iron Man's helmet?