Tony wished enough that he had an answer for her that he got as far as opening his mouth before he accepted that he could only offer a guilty shrug. He hadn't had much to do with any of them since last summer; it wasn't surprising that he wasn't going to be Jess' one phone call, and it probably didn't surprise anyone that he couldn't be counted on to spring her. Tony didn't even want these noodles now and regretted opening that avenue of disappointment and self-loathing, especially when there was take out that he could be filling himself with instead. He should have approached them months ago--...
That was all he needed. The light in the room changed before the engine had kicked up into gear and emitted its steady sigh, its console blinking to life and the static crackle of energy dancing along its dangerous ring. It pulled Tony out of his casual recline, but he was unhurried and contemplative, just watching the machine with faint annoyance. "Has it been acting up?" he had to ask, turning that annoyance on Wanda because she should have known better than to mess with it on her own but Tony didn't really believe that she actually did. And if she had, thank whatever protected her, managed to handle it all by her pretty little self like she insisted, she needed to hand over the fruits of her misguided labour before Tony had to ask or this visit was going to get a lot less sweet.
She didn't have the time to answer, though. Tony had barely taken a breath to try to explain to her the weight of the situation when the portal drew his eye again with an unprompted ripple. That was new. Tony didn't even get to express his surprise at this development before the toe of a shoe, followed by a finely dressed leg broke the surface, then a whole body backed into Wanda's living room. Tony, eyebrows raised but still sitting on the edge of the bed with his commandeered dinner, slowly started to raise a hand to his collar where a flash of gold spread across his chest, then aborted when their visitor turned to face them with a wry smile that only brightened when he took in the view.
It was like looking in a mirror. Standing in front of the engine was him, Tony, over there, even as Tony sat here on the bed, smiling a familiar dazzling smile and carefully checking his cuffs for his beauty shot. The other Tony stared right back at him, eyes narrowing thoughtfully even as he grinned, before his gaze suddenly jumped with every confidence to Wanda to ask, "Got anything to drink, darling?"