Donnie seemed confident about exonerating his brother from mischief, so Tony relaxed incrementally with another wary glance toward the door where the kid was less likely to burst through, and risked sidling around the table. Not very far, still to the side of it, but closer than he had been. "Okay," he accepted, hand up already to count out the possibilities left to them on his fingers, "Billy can teleport. Jon can tell things to do what he wants. Tommy can move faster than light--or fast enough to phase through matter. All allegedly, of course. One of them must want to mess with you." Or they wanted to mess with Tony, which seemed more likely, but would be much more difficult to parse, and uncharacteristically (for all of them) unkind to involve Donnie, so Tony very quickly did not want to ponder that possibility too deeply.