That wasn't a good look for a few quick snapshots. Certainly, they'd be an embarrassment when shown to the grandkids. As twisted in pain and anger as the intruder's face was, though, it would be ignorant to miss it; here was the twin Tony had been certain was a poor fabrication on Kaplan's part, looking unarguably the spitting image of Quicksilver. Like either Kaplan or Pietro weren't annoying enough in the singular. Couldn't the headquarters be stormed by a mini-Wanda instead? At least she'd be fun to look at.
The noise only lasted seconds, but seconds long enough for Iron Man to close the distance between them and make a grab for the kid's familiar silver hair. "Sorry, time was precious," he apologized to Quicksilver in the strange, hollow silence that followed the attack. Then, to the miniature, "There's a complaints office, you know. Did you try calling?"