Why is Tony even still here I am so sorry
Since no one else seemed interested, despite Clint playing some perverted white knight here, Iron Man sipped a breath that tightened his shoulders like he could say something to Wicked that could possibly comfort her. He really did know how much it hurt, didn't he? Not like Wanda, and maybe not even anything like Wicked, but then maybe they didn't realize what it felt like to make the heart beating in Pietro's chest. Maybe that was all Tony cared about, he didn't know anymore. He did know he wasn't worth Wicked's attention. So he let his shoulders drop, only to bristle again at Clint's shove. Snapping at Tony was one thing, fine, he was an asshole, but Tony was not buying this disrespect for Captain America. He had been working fucking hard without their help for days trying to keep these people alive and now suddenly they weren't on the same team?
That might have been for the best. Tony didn't know the woman simpering behind Clint, unable to string a whole sentence together for herself when he knew the kind of power her passion could unleash. Even Wicked had found something to be angry about and knew how to make herself useful without someone else outlining it for her. Iron Man clenched his fists again, telling himself to breathe, that Steve had the situation under control and the shove didn't mean anything, it was over. It was difficult to adapt to the situation where this kind of self-righteous anger wasn't a luxury they could afford. But if Clint didn't figure it out really fucking fast, Iron Man was going to choke him out.