That was true, Tony did know better, but he was also sure there had to have been some clue in this series of events that would land them standing in Wanda's secret hideout with a haywire wormhole. He caught the cigarettes easily and didn't consider deeply where they came from or why while he took one between his lips and just held it, unlit and forgotten, while he wandered closer to study Wanda instead. Why would Nick Fury unload a fritzy time machine on the Scarlet Witch and not someone with a doctorate? Trusting her to keep it under wraps couldn't have been it; the first thing she did was call Tony in.
Eventually, he tossed the package to the counter next to her and brought his hand to his lips, the back of it a spiderweb of red and gold that drew taught then slithered away as smoke leaked through his fingers and he dropped his arm heavily. That was better, everything evened out and didn't seem so complicated. "We should check it out," he proposed and shrugged, because that should have been obvious all along. Being cautious wasn't getting them anywhere and no one learned anything without diving in first.