Unmoved by her defiance, Iron Man just continued to watch her, hidden behind his unforgiving mask with glowing eyes that could have been scanning for any doubt that touched her mind. This wasn't where he wanted to do this, though, not standing amongst the ridiculous looping legs of Stilt-Man with sirens just around the corner. His head tilted towards them, then his chin up, watching Cassie out of the corner of his eye when he instructed, "Keep up." That was all the warning she got before he was in the air again, just clearing the tops of the trees, not looking back.
Not that he wanted to do this at all tonight. Since that day, that day, when he did everything so completely wrong, there hadn't been many successive hours spent out of the suit. It was just easier to be Iron Man than Tony Stark right now. There was the party, and the work that needed to be done to keep prepared for when Bruce inevitably turned up, under any circumstances. At S.H.I.E.L.D., that meant the preparation for a heads-on attack, retooling the Hulkbuster and putting in an occasional appearance in the war room. On his own, that meant scanning satellite images and filtering through the flood of constant S.H.I.E.L.D. communications for keywords, tracking what they knew. And with a few trustworthy allies, leading his own briefing.
None of this made being Tony Stark any easier. He just preferred dealing with things with his fists right now. But here was Stature, a 16-year-old super hero. Iron Man finally turned when he came to a stop at the edge of the park, in the glow of the city lights fading into darkness between the trees, late shoppers passing under him craning their necks and wondering what Iron Man was doing here. The sirens were left behind to figure out the mess for themselves.