The hardness around Tony's mouth had dissipated, but he was still frowning and looking back down at his feet. They shouldn't have gotten into this today, he didn't want to have fostered a situation where he was 'right', he was supposed to be keeping her mind off of all of this to let Wanda have a happy birthday. It had been a long shot anyway. Pietro, if he had any heart at all, was probably spending his day wondering about Wanda, too.
Tony wasn't really listening to her anymore because she was still trying to tell him all kinds of things he already knew, but ultimately she got it right: it was all really weird. She was the one that was supposed to know Pietro the best, too, she was in a far more capable position to judge the situation. That was, if she was willing to use the data rather than combat it. Tony finally dropped onto the bench beside her, looking quite defeated and unwilling to propagate this argument any further. Not here, when they were just fighting about it. He shrugged and looked expectantly to her, wondering if he should just take her home and write the venture off as a failure. Now they both had more recent skating memories that proved how much of a waste of time skating was. Maybe Steve or Jessica could do a better job.