"Mr Stark, shall I deploy countermeasures?" The sweet song of F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice chimed within Tony's helm as the dots of light danced across his armour, mechanical systems whiring within as the artificial intelligence responded to the percieved threat. Not that it was situation worth spiting present company, but he waited a solid view moments before dimissing the prompt with a flick of his eyes. Not today, Friday."

His suit almost hummed with disappointment as he stepped forwards off the ramp, surverying the camp they had ditched down in while Clint bickered with the mutants, rolling his metallic shoulders as his onboard sensors ctoninued to attempt to decipher the situation.

"Jury is still out on whether god and basic bitch are mutually exclusive terms." From behind the mask TOny's tone didn't quite have the previous scathing tone to it, but it was still clear his attention was mostly not on the traded barbs between parties, instead the gleaming eyes of his helm settled on Reed, a like mind, of sorts.

"Picking up any galaxy ending power flares?" Of course, he'd also know by now if there were, but it was always a good way to bring up a conversation, the metallic tread of his suit carefully avoiding stepping on any of the discarded guns without obviously appearing as if any effort was made to do so. "Try to put their minds down more gently." He offered backwards to Miss Frost. Much as he was one to enjoy the suffering of the suits at her hands, it did a very good job of representing why any state might be concerned with the sudden arrival of mutants like these, let alone Jean Grey, and let alone the promises Krakoa had forced out of them all.

"But lets for a moment put aside the frankly, very silly, idea that his is a mutant plot from start to finish, and brainstorm our ways to something close to a solution we can all stomach, without starting a war. That would be great." Trusting the mutants enitely might have been a few steps too far for Stark in this situation, but he couldn't pinpoint what they would have to gain from this display. Sure, they would no doubt do their best to end out on top and not care too much how that impacted the average human in their wake, but that was very different to a deliberate mastermind, and treating them as such only put them all in greater danger. "So lets not play Cyclops Bullseye, Clint."