"This is nice," Tony announced, more than once, over dinner. "This is great. We never get together and do things like this, just have dinner like adults with no ulterior motives or technological play dates world ending crises and just what is going on?" he demanded.
Because something was going on. He wasn't a detective the way Bruce and Dinah were, but he was a genius, and if he didn't know all about people, he knew Bruce, and could read Bruce playing off Dinah well enough even if he couldn't read Dinah the same way; he knew when there were things that were passing just under him, currents moving around him. He just couldn't figure out what, and no one seemed to be about to come right out and tell him. He wasn't sure if that meant it was something bad or -
Nope. Not bad. They finally got through the dinner and desert and got everyone coffee - and without even letting him detour to pull apart a car as after-dinner entertainment - and between Bruce and Dinah, they wound their way around to why they were all here.
There were very few times when Bruce surprised him - strangely, given what he did for a hobby. But Dinah piped up with something too bluntly stated to be a joke, and he had to admit, it wasn't what he expected. "You guys are having a baby," he said, a smile tugging at his mouth that was very much like the one when he'd barged in on Bruce getting ready to get married. "You're going to have to talk to her secretary about that," he returned to Dinah, "and send a photo up to JARVIS. Regular photos. For the vetting process.
"You guys are having a baby," he repeated, bouncing a little on his heels as he tried on the feel of it, and yep, it felt damn good. His friends were going to (technically again) be parents. "Yeah, I call dibs."