"So stop--" Tony started, hands jumping up again only to squeeze into frustrated fists, with no real way to finish that sentence. "Stop," seemed about right, breathing the word through a tight jaw and letting his arms drop in defeat. They were here because Pietro tried to 'fix it'. Pietro's version of fixing it was not welcome and Tony didn't even want to hear what his new brilliant plan might be unless it involved sitting quietly or disappearing. Obviously, Tony hadn't made it clear enough that Pietro was welcome to go, encouraged if that would speed it up because as far as Tony was concerned it was inevitable. That was Quicksilver's only play here. Suggesting Tony rely on him for anything else was cruel. His brow knit, pleading, unable to do this anymore, before Tony massaged it away like another frustration, pinching his nose again and shaking his head before starting down the hall again.