Tony was ready to whine, face scrunched up and the complaint in his throat before he had managed to think a statement like that through. The heat soaked straight through to his brain that was completely prepared to suffer a lengthy bloodloss and absolutely overwhelmed when it didn't, making Tony's reason and linguistic abilities a mighty struggle. "What did Reed do?" he did manage without any needy petulance, which he thought was a feat worthy of a reward so tugged at Steve's shirt and cocked his head to bare his neck. Only-- and, see, the reason was still lagging-- if it was Reed, Tony was sure he would have noticed the smell or swaths of destruction on descent. He gave a gasp of horrible dawning, lifting his head to meet Steve's eye and revise very seriously, "Was it Clint?" No, wait, he had missed something important-- he thought completely and repercussion free, but maybe not-- "Was it the dragon?" It had to be serious and immediate if Steve really thought a quickie could wait any longer. With a suspicious squint, Tony tried "Wanda?" Why did he know so many destructive people? Even if Steve had an answer for him, the focus of their destruction was going to be another guessing game that Tony did not have the energy to get into but was already brainstorming-- the mansion? Too far, could wait. The garage downstairs? That would mean Steve wasn't getting any for as long as it took Tony to put it back in order; that would be terrible prioritizing on his part. At least Tony was sure the campus was secure, but how sure was he? There was the whine, although the tone had changed and Tony would really rather Steve talked faster.