"Don't listen to him," Tony's voice was tense, his whole demeanor on edge. "Your real team isn't here. They're back on that battlefield, fighting for their lives, and they need our help. They need your help."

He glanced at Clint, watching him closely. He remembered how defensive Pepper had gotten during his dream, and how that had been what ultimately gave away the game. If he pushed Clint to the point that he wasn't acting like himself anymore, maybe that would do the trick if she didn't remember on her own. But at the same time, he wasn't eager to push someone the cultist was impersonating. He could get himself killed.