"Actually, she threatened to shoot me," Tony interjected coolly, for all appearances unaware of the tension vibrating between them just waiting to snap. It wouldn't do anyone any good to buy into that and add his own strain, so he was holding his hands up out of the way, subtly shifting back from Raven so she had room to breath, to make his important point of making sure everyone here knew who the seducer was. He was proud of that. Wanda didn't have to take that away from him. He was already feeling a little powerless in this room; an ornament for Raven to hang off of while she and Wanda glared at each other. If they were going to fight over him, they could at least give him a little attention. So it was actually true that Raven had very pointedly informed him she would kill him the first time they met, and she very likely had meant it then, but that tidbit might have actually had the desired effect of a little unifying humour if Wanda wasn't accusing Raven of, well, planning to shoot people. The second it was out of Tony's mouth he kind of regretted it. "If I hit on her anymore," he elaborated, knowing that the damage was done. "Which isn't wildly out of the ordinary," he went on anyway like he could cover it up with more words, or maybe distract them from whatever they were doing, but he lost the energy for it part way through and aborted. They all needed a drink.