She started to answer, but then he bolted off, and instead she growled into the com playfully and took off after him. A handful of fire chased after him faster. “You have a big damn building,” she said, finally. “We’ve /already/ done flying in it.”
“Yeah, flying out of it. I don’t just fly around inside for kicks. Not when I’m sober, at least.” The HUD pinged, and he abruptly dropped fifteen feet, and then angled off towards the west. “Kinda like I also didn’t have the tower built for kicks; most of it’s already in use, and I can’t put one under the tower or it would interfere with the arc reactor. Besides,” he halted, and then shot straight up into the air, “altitude and weather tests are easier where there’s real altitude and weather.”
“Aaaah, cheater!” She ripped the fire back out of the fireball after it dropped past him, unwilling to put in the effort to make it home on him. “That’s a valid point. Not that, you know, we’re having a lot of weather today. You could ask Thor for help with that.” She hovered at the lower altitude for a moment. “Are you pushing the height limit today?”