What the hell, was this guy serious? Didn't he have some place to be? The headphones still held against is ear as though Tony could pretend to still be engaged with his honestly very important task with Pietro insisting on inserting himself like this, he turned to the invasive athlete again to say, "Yeah, haven't you finished yet? I got all these notes from Rhodey, I was busy, you know, why do you think I'm still up?" Of course, that was the exact moment the flare of his labours winked into the dawn sky, like a distant star coming down into Earth's orbit, and Tony only knew he missed it when the chatter in his ear suddenly went to high alert. He whipped around, the voices clamouring enough that he could take the speaker away from his ear as he searched the sky, then abruptly stood up, laptop in one hand and the other, still clutched around the headphones, frozen in the air in preemptive fist pump.