This variable was not calculated. Tony's head snapped around, his grip on Quicksilver going lax for just a moment. Basically, he wasn't supposed to be here. He should have run off and consoled those poor, distressed models when he could. Let the real heroes duke it out. He was not prepared for this. Fucking Magneto. Impotence did not begin to describe this feeling.
"I don't..." Tony started, snarled, frustrated. "Get him, be an Avenger!"