Raven's fists clenched, but Tony's words calmed her from lashing out. There was a reason she'd never liked the little brat. She'd always been a little tattle tail, and never understood the consequences of her actions. Technically, she was sent here on a mission, but was Stark dead? Had she done anything outside of her job? Besides pass information on to Magnus. The speedy brat started a full blown riot, and if they hadn't stolen him away he probably wouldn't have got more than a slap on the wrist.
"You don't have the right to lecture me," Raven hissed, a clear threat in her voice, "You've know nothing about what I have done for this country. You think a few years playing hero makes up for what you've done for your father?"