Though he still glared, his jaw tight with focus, a tight-lipped grin crossed Tony's face and cradled Magneto's son's head against his stomach. "I don't know, I'm getting kind of attached," he said, patting his hair down where he had previously tugged. Finally he looked down at Quicksilver, some of the anger leaving his eyes, not really wanting to apologize for abusing him like this because, well, the kid was kind of a prick. Still. He was basically cannon fodder at the moment.