There weren't many acts Wanda could get away with anymore, especially with Tony studying her so evenly, just a tick under his eye to show his consideration before he gave his own shrug. The way she tried to dismiss it, it was more than just a little favour, but Tony had relinquished the decision-making around here. Not so much to appearances, evidently, but it was the result of another personal failing that tested Tony's relationship with Wanda and looking at her then reminded him that sometimes he didn't always know best, and rarely did he do right by her. He had to at least put in an effort to give up the wheel before he drove the car off the road. Nick knew what he was doing, surely. He knew as well as Tony did what Wanda was going through-- which wasn't very well at all, but what they did know was disturbing enough for Nick to have the proper reservations. Surely.
Tony was looking at the hardwood when he said, "Yeah, tell Steve when he gets in." Steve knew, too. Maybe he knew better than Nick. After a thought, still all business in tone, Tony continued "And Pepper, or Cassie, whoever you see first. Tell them what kind of time you need." He gave a sharp nod, like they had concluded something important, his jaw set while he busily checked his shirt sleeves, finding he had rolled them long ago in the lab, then tugged at the knot of his tie instead.