Tony does. They're neighbors after all and he takes that very seriously. A familiar dirty face comes into view, a calloused hand with tattered gloves. Those stupid sunglasses keeping back his hair. He gets a good grip on her arm and pulls up. It'll bruise but that's better than being trapped. Isn't it? A dog barks, suggesting they hurry. He's a smart dog and Tony's grown as fond of him as he can considering that he's a mammal.

"Maximoff, do you..." There's no time, his nose starts bleeding again but he doesn't have time to worry about that before he's leading her through the fray, lead by an equally familiar creature with a yellow coat. Tony likes that Digby is easy to spot in the midst of all these gray and black animals. His other hand is equipped with the gauntlet of his suit and it charges noisily, scaring off a few before he manages to shoot a blast off and knocking down a couple that were gathered in one place.