Tony threw a look over his shoulder that he had reigned in to frustration by the time he turned; a pinched V between his eyebrows that was only directed towards Pietro for a moment, then the floor. It wasn't like Tony did much to present any alternate image of himself. He was the guns and repulsors and stuff guy since he could hold a pencil. As much as he tried, there was no changing that.
"Yeah, it'll probably stay in the shop," he mumbled, shrugging it off as he dragged himself to his feet, lazily sauntering away towards the stairs. "I gotta go check on the..." he started without turning back, twirling a finger in the air to illustrate and only finishing with a sharp, "Yeah." He was bouncing down to the garage before Pietro could protest.