Well, no, the absolute stupidest thing would be to presume Tony needed anything, never mind get it so fucking wrong, and Tony glared at Pietro again as the offenses kept mounting the more he spoke. The only thing Tony needed was to know where his teammates were when they could use his help, and to know if they planned on getting themselves into trouble, and to know that they would be there for him when he thought he could rely on them. If anyone bothered to ask before picking up dirt from rubble, all Tony would have said he needed was a drink.
How Pietro came to think he knew better than that Tony could guess. His tone didn't change, but his gaze became half-lidded and his snarl a lusty promise while he asked, "What else do I need, Pietro?", hardening in frustration again by the time he spat out the name. This didn't make amends, and no amount of dick sucking, literal or metaphorical, that Pietro had planned was going to hasten it along. Tony could only hope to kill the power early, watching Pietro dangerously and daring him to protest while he stepped back against the door frame to invite Pietro to take his leave. He had a mess to clean up now.