Tony murmured thoughtfully, and reluctantly released a single pillow if she had to have one and it would stop her from moving around so much. But the shouting, jeez. "Where is he?" Tony asked, thinking maybe this was her weird alert system so Pietro didn't come in fists swinging before sparing a polite question for Tony's hand sneaking across the bed and up Wicked's thigh, gathering those goofy shorts up to her hip bone.