Tony wasn't surprised that Pietro had blindly disobeyed and made it there before Iron Man. He didn't need to dwell on it and it certainly wasn't the time to reprimand him. It was time for Sinister to hit the wall like Elektra had.
Nothing hit him. It was a great weight slamming into his chest, clothes shifting and wrinkling under pressure, and the grooves and edges of cold plastic digging into Sinister's face. It didn't stop with the contact, intending to bring them both into the concrete to make a mate for the indent Elektra had left, with an extra bash of Sinister's head for good measure.