"There's a bomb in the hotel, evacuate the building, quick and quiet as you can." Tony's instructions were a rush the second there was the click and the ringer cut to an abrupt end. He didn't wait for Happy's sleepy greeting, questions, or anything else that really could wait until they were sure no one was going to be hurt. Iron Man's first duty, always, was to the innocents. Tony would take care of the threat.
All the while, Tony kept an unblinking watch on Quicksilver, unflappable terrorist, undisturbed by his own twisted words. "You're not going to kill anyone, you're just going to blow up a building full of people," Tony clarified flatly, wondering what crazy level he was supposed to be meeting Pietro on to be able to smile back. But he said enemies, when minutes ago he insisted that they weren't fighting. He said he wanted Magneto's trust, when he already said he had his forgiveness. It was okay, the Avengers would understand, no matter what he had to do to get it.
"Pietro," Tony said, almost a whine, pleading for him to return to sanity, "You know you're not okay, buddy." He touched Pietro's face, gingerly, hand still to his chest but the other curved around his cheek to touch just his fingertips to Pietro's temple. "It's a bomb, right? Tell me where it is."