The chair was thoughtful, but Iron Man couldn't seem to bring himself to sit, pacing instead along the railing and, when he wasn't doing that, tapping restlessly as he scanned the city. There had been no word from the other Avengers, so there must have been no news, but that could also mean they were overcome. By a lot of things; zombies, not zombies, impatience, grief, exhaustion.
Still, he chuckled at Spidey's question, shooting a glance his way and suggesting, "Give in." That was an acceptable loss to Tony. Though he remained standing, he finally relaxed enough to lean with his arms folded against the railing, watching the streets with less hawkish intent. No, the Avengers were fine, of course they were. "Hey, kid," Iron Man prompted, looking over his shoulder at Spider-man but otherwise keeping very still, "your family knows you're okay, right?" He still hadn't told the team his real name, but the family must have known where he was. They had to be in the group camped out at the museum. There was no way they were still out there, while Iron Man and Spidey just waited.