“I still hate it.” It was a mumble, made without expectation of answer. She dropped straight down again, relishing the scream of the wind past her ears and the way the loose bits of her hair went straight up, and banked out into a curve that took her over the northern end of Central Park.
Tony came to a halt in the air, hovering upright, as the HUD highlighted a familiar burning figure in the not-so-far-off distance. He grinned to himself beneath the mask and angled towards her with a burst of his repulsors.
She shot to meet him, twining around him in midair to lose momentum. “So?” she shouted. “Should we play chase, just to push the limits? Or should I attack? I heard the X-men have a danger room, do we need one of those?”