That all sounded more like a bloody crusade than the simmering hatred of mutants that Tony was thinking of; 'Empire' wasn't as much of a quirk of translation as Tony thought it might have been. It was pretty directly illustrative. So Tony watched Cal as he spoke with lips parted with some pained fascination, the restless winding of the wrench in his hands slowing. He knew a convenient excuse for a war when he heard one.

That didn't stop Tony from immediately responding, "You were ready for a war, though." With a vague gesture toward Cal's belt, where his lightsaber hung, Tony tipped his head and narrowed his eyes.