Great, they were almost all here. Great. Iron Man stopped in the doorway, head canted like he was admiring the painting over Wicked's head while he reconsidered his approach, thinking maybe he'd much rather do this one on one, or just tell Jan because she would spread the news like wildfire and Tony wouldn't have to be involved. Where was Jan? Iron Man was looking around then, or shaking his head in protestation of the quality of the painting until he glanced over his shoulder then back at the group to check if they had noticed.
Probably.
At least he had his helmet. Clearing his throat, he strode across the gallery to join them, taking his time as he wrote his script and wet his lips. "Everyone okay?" he started, ignoring the obviously anxious energy that must have been rolling off of him in waves. "Get some food, relax, wash up..." All right, it wasn't working. Iron Man wasn't good for putting people at ease. Tony cleared his throat again, starting over; "Cap's told me..." That wasn't good, either. From behind his mask, he watched Wanda, waited for her to blink and show him that she knew and he didn't have to do this to her. "Pietro has been taken by Magneto," he announced.