If this was more about Wanda and Clint or how Tony could have better handled that situation, Tony didn't want to hear it. All he wanted to do was make sure Pepper and Noriko and even Ben were settling in okay, feeling safe and fed and warm and not getting too close to the natural residents of the Raft. They needed a designated mediator, someone that wasn't a teenaged girl, to keep the peace with the locals, and, more than that, Tony wanted to know how a teenaged girl got so comfortably intimate with an incarcerated super villain. And then Tony wanted a quiet place to think, that wasn't in the middle of this rabble in an echoing hall full of confused, scared bodies.
Though he came along obediently enough, he still looked out watchfully at the group, slow to turn his back on the inmates. "Is it important because--..." he started to say, hands up in surrender to the multitude of important things already vying for his attention, but knew better than that. He didn't even have to look at Steve to know that it was, at the very least, kind of important, or he wouldn't have asked. When Iron Man did turn, his unreadable silence lasted a studious breath before he allowed, "Okay?", both an answer and an inquiry that he finished with a small gesture toward Steve. He'd shown that wincing pain in the sculpture garden, but it was gone by the time he confronted the team and Tony hadn't thought about it again.