The first pulse was a cute trick that had Tony arching a brow behind his mask. It was around the fourth that he started to panic as the Iron Man struggled to compensate, then the seventh that the glowing points along his limbs went dark. When the propulsion from boots sputtered and quit, they were fifteen stories above the streets of New York. They fell in a wide arc while Tony gave a yelp and crashed through a pigeon coop on the roof of an apartment building before rolling to a feathered stop, Iron Man scrambling to pin Masque to the cold stone while one hand tore the parasite from his chest.