There was still way too much about Wanda's crisis that Tony didn't know enough about, like apparently her incident with Wicked if there as any chance Wicked was in the wrong there. This magic thing, souls, ghosts, demons, it wasn't anything Tony wanted to deal with and they were all knotted up together like bad wiring. Tony bit his cheek, eyes darting away before he started asking pointed questions about what Wicked had to do with the possession, when his gaze landed on Dum-E and he snapped, "Hey, nerd alert, is your promotion going to your head or something? Who was supposed to clean up this mess?" Definitely not Tony. He worked hard enough at making the messes and environments not recommended for children. Dum-E's claw drooped pathetically as Tony laid Joe carefully on the couch between them, his feet kicking at Tony's iron thigh and mom right there above him to make him grin. "Who? Pietro?" he had to ask, not sure if they were talking about Wicked's bad boyfriends or Wanda's now. "Please. I have great taste in women, that is no indicator of character."