Of course not, no. Tony pressed his knuckles to his brow and squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the headache back so he could interpret reality. One of them had to, anyway, and it evidently wasn't going to be Mystique. "I'm not going anywhere with you," he declared as he stepped back, both hands out to keep her at a distance, where she was supposed to be. "My first priority is all of the scared people out there who don't have a suit of armor to keep them safe," he explained. He certainly felt a lot safer here, in the Iron Man, than he would on Magneto's turf with his mistress pouring poison in his ear. "But if you're offering a ride, I hear your island is paradise for refugees," he suggested, gesturing to the floor and the building below that had turned from corporate landmark to hostel overnight.