That was a lot of casual intuition to be delivered with such innocence and Pietro was backing Tony into the corner that would force him to actually say the words that Hammer had programmed him to. Like, 'Justin Hammer is doing the best for this country' or 'the New Avengers are a necessary initiative' or 'vigilantism was hurting too many people'. He had to take his time with this one, scratching his beard and smiling blandly Pietro's way for his interest. "Do you really want to talk about this now?" he diverted, pointing a finger down at their floor and, really, the least interesting place to be on this entire boat. There was scantily clad supermodels and champagne fountains and Pietro wanted to talk about Justin Hammer? "Listen, you don't want one. You're doing good. You're gettin' married and you got yourself a job and none of it matters. You-- you're doing what the rest of us have been hoping for since this shit started a decade ago. Don't fuck it up," Tony advised, hand up to guide Pietro out of his sacred space. It might have been a shit deal that Pietro was pushed out of the costume on one side, but he was pulled, too, and they should have been happy about that. The other option was this prolonged, steady death that anyone still in the tights had to come to terms with, preferably before they were sucked into the vaccuum of space or ripped in half by a time-travelling lava monster. They didn't get a door number 3. That was it.