While the situation would definitely be more dire if Jessica could confirm there were human remains in here, it still made Tony's stomach turn to know that Wanda had been tearing apart innocent animals. There wasn't ever really a good enough chance that the viscera was conjured demon window dressing, was there? Iron Man would have hesitated longer, looking around the room like he could identify the victims, without Jess urging him out, not sure what he would do with that kind of information but sure it was important to someone.
"Yeah," he acknowledged when they got to her room with a dismissive wave of his hand, of course he came, and he hoped she hadn't second guessed that choice just because, well, he hadn't really made it clear this year that he was reliable. He was working on it. He kept his head down as she packed herself and talked, half trying to put the pieces or her story together the best as he logically could and half to avoid her gaze in case she-- yeah, that, got watery. Did he keep trying to talk to her? Eventually, Iron Man stepped closer to nudge the bag away before it suffered any more abuse, and wrapped an arm around Jess' shoulders again. "Come on, we've all been through worse," he pointed out, zipping the bag closed for her. "We do the best job we can, and we're standing here on the other side of it." Tony couldn't think of a much worse situation than completely not noticing a friend's slow, violent breakdown, but he was sure it was on record. "It's magic shit, how is anyone supposed to anticipate how that plays out? Do you know what a soul is for?" Someone certainly did, but maybe it wasn't the best time to ask Jess where that scummy old boyfriend went while this was going down. Wanda really did have the worst taste in men. Iron Man pulled Jess' bag onto his shoulder and prompted, "Come on, we'll get a car, relax and be...clean."