Tony and Thor have two very different ways of flying. A few stabilizing bursts by the hatch and Iron Man stays suspended in the air as the quinjet spirals away from him. He can’t do much to hold Loki, but there are plenty of chinks in the armor to provide handholds. And he already knows the other is incredibly strong. He’d had those fingerprints around his neck for a few hours, despite the very brief touch.

Inside the armor, Tony pulls up his battle HUD and scans for more Chitauri based missiles. “They shouldn’t be able to lock on,” he grumbles, as two more appear at an intercepting trajectory towards them. Iron Man drops straight down, mindful of the cargo holding into him, in an effort to put them on a more level playing field. He could guide the missiles out to the ocean a few miles East but he’s not putting Loki at that kind of risk. He turns off one gauntlet repulsor and wraps his armored arm around Loki, spiraling more quickly now to the Earth as the missiles lock on him.

It’s like they have a mind of their own.