That would have been a perfect setup for innuendo, but right now it made Tony feel like a phantom limb had fallen asleep and was electric now with pins and needles, making him screw up his face behind his mask as he maybe too roughly grabbed that guy latched onto Cap's neck to jerk them both back and tear the attacker away with him as he took off into the air again.
This one struggled in the air, but Iron Man hefted him up the stairs to bowl over his old puppetmaster. The Ancient Other One was quick on the defensive, though, two more of his lackeys leaping in front of him to catch their flung friend, just as quick to toss him out of their way down the stairs. Iron Man had hardly accused, "That's cold," when one of them had wound up and thrown something at him, making a sound that Tony could hear inside the helmet like a definitive thunk. "What," he said, raising his hands to try to feel whatever it was that had attached itself to him, just before it exploded and sent him hurtling back down the stairs.