As soon as the door knob turned, Tony was straightening and doing his best to look casual and relaxed, but he still needed hand on the wood to keep steady and maybe his smile was too obviously his glossy magazine smile. He just waved a hand at the news, sweeping into the house like this didn't matter all that much to him and he could take the council of either of them at the moment. They were both his teammates after all. They could both understand how he might have been feeling. It was no big deal that it hadn't been Pietro that wrote that journal entry that Tony and Wanda really needed to talk about before it got too far because it came with a lot of implications and expectations and Tony just wasn't comfortable with.
Maybe it was just better for everyone that Wanda wasn't there. It would probably be easier to never talk about it and hope it went away, anyway. Not that this thought did anything for Tony's energy level-- he was clenching and folding and refolding the jacket he slipped out of when he stepped into the house, eying Pietro with faint surprise until he expressed the opposite of Pietro's concern; "Did I overdress?" Not that Tony was particularly concerned with how he looked, but that flush of exertion on Pietro's bared chest was reminding him he had been neglecting Pietro and how much he appreciated him lately, buried in the typical and not-so-typical demands of their lives. The casual observation was punctuated with a questioning raise of Tony's eyebrows. He was sure Pietro hadn't been in any way pierced last time Tony saw him. Someone had been a bad influence.