The yelling only made Tony purse his lips, asking if volume was really how Donnie wanted to make his point. It didn't make him flinch or shrink, though, and his gesture might have even been looser as he splayed an annoyed hand at Donnie's question, eyes incredulously wide. It wasn't that Donnie wasn't listening the eighteen times that he had already said it was his brain that was the problem, because he had just made the same argument that Tony kept having with himself--he was trying to open the pod, and yes, it would still do that. No preprogrammed information would tell him that opening the pod was a bad idea.

"And I deserved it. This isn't in my head; he thought so, you thought so, Tae thought so, Steve thought so--I was doing my best, sure, I've heard it, and that's still my best, because my best is Doctor Doom's worst. I don't understand what you expect me to do. You think if the Soldier walks by right now, he doesn't come in here and choke me out for arguing with you, too? You think 'he said it was okay' is a reasonable claim?"