Spider-Woman just so happened to be around this time. She'd had every intention of going unnoticed, that much hadn't changed, but knew even before she got there that it would have been a vain attempt. Her mask yielded enough security to get her into the kitchen anyway, ever reserved and intent on making as swift an exit as she had entered so long as there weren't any obstacles, but Iron Man was there and that was enough to put her entire mission on hold. Spider-Woman wasn't surprised per se, she had kept up with the press, but even then Tony was still the last person she expected to see. There was such a disconnect there, like their relationship had been a figment of her imagination and it didn't matter if she acknowledged him or not. There wasn't anything she could hold on to anymore. She acknowledged her other teammates before she crossed over to the counter and brushed by him to reach for the fruit and drew back with an apple, holding it between her palms. What seemed like a warm smile presented itself, but again, that disconnect. "Hello, stranger," she greeted, standing there just a second longer beside him before moving toward the nearest wall to lean against it.