Eventually, Iron Man glanced back at Pietro over his shoulder, and his laugh was barely audible behind the mask. It was a little hard to reconcile the gentle affection he had for the Pietro a few hours ago lolling on the couch with the pouting neckpain behind him then. Sure, Tony was fond of him when Pietro was getting everything his way and not being a goddamn child.
Before he turned back to the street, he gesture for Pietro to get closer and take up watch with him, because they might be there for a while. "Maybe it's because you can keep it cute around him. Let's try that, huh?" he suggested, hushed, one hand brought up to sweep across his mouth, his first two fingers and thumb coming together to illustrate.