That might have been an even more difficult question because Tony couldn't try to hide the tension those simple words inspired. Drew should have already relayed the complete lack of news from the Tower, and Wanda should have been otherwise unconcerned and trusted the three of them to carry on as usual; Tony was absolutely not anticipating false interest in 'the team', nevermind anything with any honest intent. Maybe this was the feeling that explained the look on Wanda's face after Tony had inquired after hers.
"Tower's still standing," he finally came up with, trying to be positive. He rolled his eyes, though, and shrugged, because the worst part of any of it, any of those needles he could feel knotting the muscles in his back, was the lack of control he felt he had over them. "I thought it would be easy but we're still less of a team and more of a garage band," he admitted, then his eyes darted and jaw locked, like that hadn't been quite right and he didn't know how to phrase it better, in a way that didn't piss off the wrong person. "And I... I don't know what I'm doing with either of them," he tried, finding it a lot easier to admit than he had anticipated. Maybe this was what he really needed Wanda for. She was good at this kind of thing. Steve and Drew were two opposite ends of the spectrum then, but the extremes alone were fucking with Tony's head. The garage got more alluring every day.