That shouldn't have surprised Tony, either, but it always did, making him slow to venture into her apartment as a familiar and newly revitalized hundred little questions dragged him down. Loki was, of course, no surprised, and would continue not to be until they somehow figured out how to punt him back to his own world where he belonged without Thor this time, and hopefully they figured it out before whatever his inevitable stupid, short-sighted and mildly irritating if not sociopathically destructive plan came to fruition. He was an ongoing problem. As was Wanda's 'I took him on alone', but that was the the surprise and Tony didn't know why he let it be. He also didn't know what the fuck her damage was if she grew up practically conjoined with her twin and then was immediately transplanted into a supportive team, but it was obviously deep and he was not going to be the one to take a look under that hood.
But, fuck, he had slipped through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fingers, he had slipped through the Avengers' fingers, what the fuck made her think-- deep breath. It wasn't his business anymore. He didn't understand it so he had cut himself out and that was better for everyone. "Brought you something," he announced, not responding at all to her latest suicide mission lest he say something truly regrettable. He knew he didn't have the tact for it. Instead, he lifted the briefcase he carried and invited himself into her living room to drop onto her couch and toss his jacket and glasses aside.