“Some idea,” is the redhead’s response, eyes shifting over Loki. The lack of trust is mutual on their parts and she should be forgiven for fantasizing about snapping his neck on the odd occasion. Arms cross loosely over her chest as Tony tries to play off how stiff and pained he is. “The signature given off by your reactor is unique, and you haven’t really tried to keep it private.”

Which is true. Anyone with a bit of tech can scan the frequency Tony gives off when he’s nearby.

“We also caught some movement out of the air as we flew in.” That would be Rogers, putting down the bulk of the Iron Man armor carefully by the back netting. “They jammed our scanners as soon as we got close.”

“Not great but it gives us some sense of where they’re headed. We have STRIKE in position. It looks like they’re headed for the tunnels under Baltimore.”