Approaching him, his eyes narrowed slightly. "What did he tell you about me...?" he mumbled, sounding vaguely suspicious, a faint flush colouring his cheeks, but he kept quiet beyond this question. It didn't keep the glower from his face however, feeling rather slighted by Iron Man treating him like some sort of commodity. Wanda was his sister. He had every right to be here. And it wasn't as though he hadn't tried to find Tony first.