That sounded entirely believable and Tony was completely relieved. He snatched the tiara away from Pietro's reach before he could do anything else awful, waving Wanda's distress away like an irritating fly; it was over, worse things had happened and the circlet was inert now, just a pretty piece of metal. He should have made a manual and had it shipped over to spare them all the trouble, but Wanda caught on quick enough so maybe he could bounce before it got any worse-- Clint's attempt to diffuse the situation was appreciated, but wasn't going to do any good as long as he and Pietro stuck around. It didn't matter; it wasn't going to change anything if he got to talk to Wanda anyway. She was going to insist no one was in that house again, and the second time Magneto lashed out had nothing to do with Raven.
"Don't play with it," he sighed, then cast a glance around the kitchen with a grimace. They had a lot of work to do, and he wasn't sticking around to help. "I got a date," he excused as he backed out to lay the crown on the table and snap its case shut, offering Clint a lopsided smile for the effort. Maybe Tony would make him an outlandishly expensive gift next time.