This time Iron Man did start to ask, "Did you want me to..." waving towards the door before curling his fingers into a fist and snatching his arm back close to his body. "Give you a ride again?" he finished, offering his arm instead. She knew her limit, and she should be able to tell him when she reached it.
Up the last, short flight of stairs it was hot with stale air that sighed with the swing of the door out onto the roof. But it was still and damp outside as well, no breeze carrying the smoke of the burning buildings across the city, just letting it settle as a wide, murky orange haze obscuring anything passed it. Iron Man left Wanda at the door to inspect the body spread face-down a few feet away, just touching it with his toe. It deflated, the nudge enough to crack whatever held its skin still firm and send a creeping leak of old blood and bile across the cement.
"Looks like its already been cleared up here," he noted over his shoulder, backing away from the gore and just catching an odd sight out of the corner of his eye. He hadn't noticed gargoyles on the building from the street.