"Sitwell?" Tony had to confirm, absolutely incredulous that the kid was considered an option, even before he could enjoy the ego boost of being casually invited into their marital bed. Maybe all of those selections were supposed to be outlandish, to keep the fantasy securely fantastical. Tony cleared his throat, thinking maybe it was best that way and any encouragement was a dark road to head down; it was a good thing Pietro didn't have any other friends. What else was he blabbing about?
"Uh--" Tony uttered to regroup, staring down at his hands then looking around to follow Wicked's gaze to determine what kind of answer she expected here. That didn't really help, but he could offer Bruce a smile before sitting back with his drink held against his warm chest. "No, not really," he eventually came up with. Then, with a shrug and a grimace, "I don't think so." It felt like he was supposed to have an excuse for not extending open arms to his old pal, but it was hard enough coming up with excuses for things he did do. "It's not really that kind of team," was the best Tony could come up with, "Maybe-- he's better off with Cap, anyway, you know? S.H.I.E.L.D.'s not the best-- you know..." Maybe Wicked didn't know at all, it was hard to tell anymore who knew what about anything. Tony couldn't know where her allegiance was when S.H.I.E.L.D. performed their elaborate disappearing act. "I think I'm gonna...go," Tony announced abruptly, sitting up and searching around for his shoes and a place to discretely leave his glass for someone with the focus to deal with. The relaxation had been fun while it lasted, but Tony was starting to breathe a little hard for a guy kicking back and the crowded roof was starting to feel claustrophobic.