[Iron Man doesn't believe you, but he is a compulsively skeptical person. Even of himself! Especially of himself. Mostly of himself. He's thinking about himself even now, as he evaluates the beach and determines that his incredible heroism is not required by anyone in imminent peril.] City, [he says.] You're talking about the city beyond the treeline. No pubic hair reference, just the skyscrapers.

Sounds good, sugarplum.

[There's a charming metallic swizzswizz zip! sound of fine motor parts moving, as he spreads his arms to offer Juno a proper carry and straightens, his rocket-booted feet planted solidly on the warm sand of the beach.] Princess or fireman's, up to you. Free tip, the latter does not have the benefit of clearing the airway a` la Heimlich. And it's actually— Iron Man. Or Tony Stark. [It seems fair and polite to introduce oneself before the intimacy of rescue.]