"No, I--..." Tony started, then grit his teeth and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut while the dull pain that had numbed out his entire lower back shot up to the base of his skull all at once. Of course Wanda (and it was Wanda, Pietro had accused her himself, though Clint's complacence deserved bitter scrutiny) didn't have the words to explain herself to even her twin brother, it was too fucking crazy and there was no way to justify it. How Pietro had leapt to the conclusion that the Avengers as a collective thought it was a good idea to blow up a whole island, not just in general but during their lowest and weakest, when they had a much more deserving population to care for rather than destroy, was also fucking crazy, but that seemed to come with the DNA.
"What do you mean," Tony asked, his voice low, unguarded and obviously exhausted now with the bite of anger taken out of it, "'she blew it up'? Tell me everything, please." Someone was going to have to tell him the details because he was going to have to be in charge of cleaning up the mess. Evidently, it wasn't anyone else's responsibility.