They absolutely did not have time to do this gracelessly, and the collapsing roof had Tony throwing himself bodily across the gap far sooner than he was prepared as he hesitated to watch Kaz and make sure he made the escape inside without any new holes. The new angle bested Tony as well, sending him slipping down and clear off the edge of the roof with a yelp, in a hail of dislodged shingles and a new crack of a shot striking where he had just slipped from. The roof trim he hung from groaned, and there was definitely another shot being lined up, either on him or on the kid, so Tony kicked quickly against the brick to vault himself back up and go charging up the roof where he had just knocked footholds through in his fall, bent over on his hands so it was his shoulder that he shoved up against Kaz's back to push them both through the window and send them tumbling into the darkened room.

The dust was still cascading down after them, and Tony hadn't placed all of his limbs yet when he heard a distinct click of a cocked gun from the shadows.