Hearing this added to the list of Alternate-Wanda's crimes, the ones Tony had heard about, made Tony back away from the glass and drop into the chair again. This display was quite the opposite of the first, Tony forced down by some weight this time, his fist pressed to his lips. After all she did, a boy found the power in him and the support of his friends and still needed her so badly to travel to another Universe. And yet, they reserved some unavoidable mistrust, hatred, for Tony. "Fuck," he corrected in a weary breath.
"That doesn't matter," he eventually managed, dropping his hand and holding it out flat, trying to pin down the issue at hand. "This isn't like we've pulled some kids out of abusive homes for their own good. Their whole world is dealing with that same...stuff, and taking them away from the families they do have there because they were lucky enough to stumble into a place with nicer hardware? That's not really helping anyone. No matter what she thinks. She's 16 years old. All 16-year-olds want to run away. She walked into an ideal circus, but that doesn't mean the circus is better for her, or the people that love her, than her life."