He frowned when he noticed the tattoo. Thoughts of hydra floated through his mind. He'd say they were above using a child, but the Maximoffs were proof to the contrary. He, however, pushed those dour thoughts aside so he could focus on helping the child in front of him. He was glad she took the coat without resistance. He couldn't help worrying what people with disgusting motives would do to a child running around like Eleven was. "We can fix that," Tony assured her. "I have a daughter, but she is a little younger than you," he added in an attempt to forge some trust. "She likes ice pops. What do you like to eat?"