That little distraction tactic wasn't going to work on Tony. He had finally passed Alex on the track and it was a position he wouldn't give up easily, not even to evaluate the anomaly of his unearned advancement. He only answered, "Yeah-huh," attention locked on the TV screen and controller raised up to his chest in excitement, and it wasn't clear whether he actually heard the question or was just giving Alex the answer he thought Alex wanted to hear.
It was Happy's voice that broke his concentration, though not at first. His greeting just got Tony to cock his head and turn an ear to him, but his gaze didn't shift and he probably didn't even blink. It was only as Happy went on that Tony actually responded, saying, "Fuck-- sorry, don't repeat that-- sorry, Hap, I for-- fuck." He dropped his controller again as Alex zipped passed him and the finish line ahead of him, leaving him trailing in his usual comfort zone at the back of the line. At least the race was over and Tony could turn his attention on Happy, propping an elbow up on the couch as he shifted with his hand clenched into a frustrated fist before he took a breath and let it go. "Pizza?" he offered lightly. Right, the gym.
Tony had just reached for the box and his peace offering when JARVIS cut in, "Sir, there appears to be a conflict in the lobby. Current damages accounted for are estimated at seven hundred thousand dollars and climbing." There was no delay in response there. Immediately, Tony was on his feet, leaving the pizza on the table and holding a hand out to stop Alex from doing anything like worrying or moving or popping his stitches.
"Give me eyes," Tony demanded, and the TV screen scrolling with the poor results from their race switched over to the security feed of the intake lobby of Stark Tower. It wasn't exactly the shimmering glimpse into the future he had left it as.