Tony Stark could see the future. He could predict the change in social climate, foresee need, and envision the beginnings and ends of eras. Tony Stark should have seen this coming. The pattern was there. The history. Just because they didn't work for Nick anymore and weren't obligated to go to his briefings didn't mean he couldn't be an absolute nuisance.
He was just starting to squirm, breath catching in his chest at the ghost of hers over his sensitive skin when he was choking on it instead, sitting bolt upright and looking around wildly, hand dropping to cover Wanda's neck protectively. Of course, she recovered easily. The pattern was there.
When Tony appeared at the head of the stairs, just giving his belt the last tug, his jacket pulled on over his bare back, he stopped with a hand on the wall to stare in the same silent awe as much of the room at the destruction. The general mood of bewildered discomfort rather than horror suggested nobody was hurt in this little experiment, and Nick's casual acceptance of this decorating choice spoke the whole story for Tony.
The quiet gave him ample opportunity to clear his throat over the relentless holiday carols played softly in the background, earning much of the room's attention. "I welcome you all now to join me on the pool deck for fireworks," he announced with his bright, host smile, waving an arm towards their new, still crumbling door. And there he was, back to where he started, searching for Pepper anxiously in the crowd with his smile growing stiff.