"Shooting at," Iron Man parroted evenly, not letting Quicksilver down or even stabilizing him, cold wrist pressing against his chest with his shirt straining under his arms and stretching in Iron Man's fist. There was a distinct nuance there to Iron Man-- Pietro would know if Iron Man really intended to shoot him. "I told you to stay put," he reminded the boy. He was prepared to help Quicksilver learn the value of listening to the guy in control any way Quicksilver showed him he needed to be taught, and that damn well could include another broken nose. He had to learn some time, preferably before he was unleashed on the normal world where he actually had to function like a goddamn adult.