At least they were learning it would take more than a few fallen comrades to make a dent in the aliens' morale. Iron Man was clearly more disgusted and distracted by the grey guts that made the floor slick than anyone that had grey guts-- they all just had alien-boners for Spider-Man. Which might have been more useful than weakened morale. Like any pest control, the solution was just more fire power.
Standing unmolested amongst those still scuttling, slowly past him to get closer to the youngest hero, Iron Man offered just a clueless shrug to his teammates for this change of direction, then a wave of his hand. No reason to let the opportunity go to waste. His first move was to grab one of the bugs by the edge of a scelrite on its back, his fingers forcing passed it and tearing the softer membrane between to make the creature chatter with surprise when Iron Man yanked it back. The other bugs cared about as much as they did for their dead, and Iron Man was free to force it, live, into a darkened, empty room and lock it for safe keeping until he could find a jar big enough. They would need a live specimen, after all, if they were going to try to find out what this infatuation with Spider-Man was coming from.
"Spider-Man, think you could use your new-found feminine wiles to corral them?" Iron Man said, less of a question than a command, nodding on to the sealed meeting room behind the pair. Even as he spoke, he was looking at the Scarlet Witch, wondering if she could just conjure fire.