No answer probably meant that wasn't about to happen. Tony snarled, twisting to try to keep ahead, The suit wasn't appreciating the strain, starting to flash warnings at him, but he pushed them away. Just a little more and he would be just right to-- his arm shot around Quicksilver's waist, jerking him off of the surface of the water, shooting up into the air. The extra weight and trajectory complied with the suit's limits, dragging them down enough for the alarms to cease.
"I will tie you up and make you the King of your own fucking island," he snapped, squeezing the mutant against his side. That was about the only option he had-- it wasn't like he was going to trust Quicksilver to just turn around because he said so twice. That protectiveness, it was back to being annoying, just as Tony had expected.