Following the descent, Iron Man remained hovering still just above Cassie's height, doing his own evaluations of Stilt-Man's vitals from a distance while Cassie got more personal. Just a bump on the head, he'd be all right with that ambulance on the way. Still, Iron Man had to chastise, "I am never picking you in gym class." Tony hadn't made such fumbled catches when he was forced onto the baseball team in high school.
Okay, maybe he had, but they didn't come with the risk of killing a man. Just filling one with shame and another with weary disappointment, and Tony supposed that was a kind of death in itself.
But he had enough to beat himself up over this month. He finally touched ground long enough to shove the lengths of legs out of the way until he found the box he had clipped onto the metal and it was returned to a compartment that opened graciously at his shoulder to disappear. "I'm going to ask you if you're all right and then I'm going to ask you what the hell you think you're doing," he announced helpfully, letting Cassie decide on her answers with all of the information available. Hopefully, her first would involve some kind of regret with the second in mind.