Truth was, a little bit of personal time with this machine wouldn't even begin to satisfy Tony's curiosity, but he would much rather some things happened in the privacy of his own home and that still wouldn't solve the problem of Wanda's uncanny ability to cause trouble for herself. Even if he had this thing under control, Wanda would be working tirelessly toward some new catastrophe that only the Scarlet Witch could possibly inflict on them, like taunting Beelzebub or teleporting the planet into the centre of the sun. Thing 2 probably had stories of his own, if Tony got the chance to ask him and put Wanda through a thorough roast-- as far as Tony could tell, the dimension that had made contact ran strictly parallel to their own, according to the engine's readings. Which the familiar face could have been enough to indicate, but Tony did like a little mathematical satisfaction in his day.
"The timelines are practically identical," he reported, still exploring the output before he turned to continue, only to have his excited grin falter and whatever he had to say catch and have to be cleared out of his throat. Thing 2 hadn't even turned his way, riveted by his new project and well beyond an interest in Tony. He supposed he deserved that.
The other Tony, meanwhile, had talked over him, asking Wanda, "Plans for dessert?" with a grin that suggested he wasn't entirely kidding. It was completely familiar, down to the slight cock of his head and wink so quick it had to be deftly practiced in parties surrounded by people not meant to receive the message. It was only when the pair stood side by side that the differences could have been evident; the alternate Tony's slightly shorter hair, broader biceps and, in the right light, lack of telling glow beneath his shirt. They were otherwise identical in biology, affect and, by the smile he offered Wanda, taste, not to mention patience; he didn't wait for an answer, but took her gently by the shoulders, palms barely ghosting over her skin. "Let me get that drink, we'll--" he started, turning back to the machine to indicate his twin, only to have to glance around, confused, then suck his lips between his teeth. The native Tony was gone, without waiting for anyone to refuse the proposal and leaving this Tony here, staring at a shut down time machine. He supposed he deserved that.