Her reaction to Cap was to be expected, but right then Tony got a certain thrill from seeing it, a mischievous grin threatening at the corners of his mouth that had to be covered with a surreptitious comb through his beard. He didn't know what to make of that, and wasn't sure he wanted to. Think about Raven. Tony could believe her answer, though his hypothesis wasn't so sympathetic to Mystique's emotional needs and placed greater blame on her malleable face. She wasn't stable in the first place and there were too many acts for her to put on not to get a little jumbled up.
The inquisitive stare that met his skeptical observation made Tony raise his eyebrows, shifting a little uncomfortably. "What, did you not think I could pull off a bad cop?" he tried with a wry smile. "Sorry, dear, I can be mean when I'm not getting any," he excused, palming his crotch with a snarl then chuckling, not thinking at all about his unbandaged and completely healed hands on display or the crippling pain in his foot that had been gone by the time he woke up. That was old news, no one else had even seen the extent of the damage.