What she wants to do is this.
She finds Tony - ahahaha, she can teleport now, no spending a pentagon every time wincing when she remembers where they come from - and says:
"Let's go blow my weight in quarters on arcade games and finish that James Bond marathon?"
(She has other friends, who she knows better than Tony, but they don't know about stuff, she wants to keep it that way, and she's going to be in a bit of a mood about stuff for a while; better to put them off until she's got her equilibrium back.)
"I know, right, I am brilliant. Uh, can you spot me the quarters, I think Bella is ninety-nine point five convinced I'm not -" Giles impression! - "evil in some way, but conjuring arcade tokens is probably counterfeiting and would not help with that thing."
"Meh," he shrugs. "The usual. Still working on improvements to the arc reactor."
"Fun stuff. Hey Jarvis, can you find where an arcade is around here, because I fail totally at knowing that thing."
"Happily," he says. "Do I assume you will be driving, or would you prefer to teleport?"
"Going with Tony, so, sign me up for shiny car," says Soph, winking at Tony.
"Awesomesauce. Do any of those have skeeball? Who'm I kidding, every arcade that exists has skeeball - okay, which ones have DDR?"
Soph hops into the red car's passenger seat. "So apparently I can torch now, you don't have to be extra extra careful driving me."
And they're off!
"I mean you should be careful, you just don't have to, like, not speed or anything radical like that."
"Bella says I can decide whether to tell Mom and Dad that I'm only recently real. That's how she said it, 'only recently real'."
"I kinda don't think I will. Not soon anyway. My friends neither. I like having pockets of normalcy."