Nick stood and sauntered close to study the screens, following the elaborate trail that Stark had laid out for himself. Impressive, but also a fucking waste of time given that the world was trying to off itself and shouldn't this motherfucker be focusing on finding a cure instead of fucking around in some private investigation with no point?
Eyes narrowed, tone neutral, all he said was, "You've been busy." Busy on the wrong god damned thing. Nick reached out and thumbed over the files, pulling up Druid's and Alex's, lingering on Daisy's and then on Mikel's. A silence stretched before he sighed. "I created a team for myself, a new generation of Howling Commandos, and I recruited kids," he began dully, his gaze unfocused now. "I didn't intend for kids- and most of 'em were teenagers- I intended for superpowered individuals who didn't understand their own potential. Undiscovered powers, unregistered mutants. That they were young was just an understandable byproduct of the criteria."
He went back to Alex's file, frowning, the most glaring piece of information missing. "None of these kids had homes, they were all abandoned. One was the daughter of a super villain, another was the son of Doctor Druid. There's Wicked-" he smiled and shook his head. "She's one of mine. And Alex, you've met him. Alex isn't just some ordinary punk kid. He's the son of a god." Nick paused to let Tony digest all of this, fill in what gaps he wanted, make more accusations.