Okay so. Even if he'd never admit it, Tony was having a bit of a crisis here. He'd gone from just him and Bruce in a hotel room (not the best), to a loft apartment (not bad, although a bit small) to an actual goddamned house in a matter of months. And that was -- fine? The extra space was nice and Bruce seemed happy to... stretch out a bit or have his own space again or whatever.
But now? Now there were children and what could Tony Stark possibly do with children? Mind, they were teens and he was well aware of the fact that both of them were mostly self sufficient and clever and could probably water themselves without being reminded at the very least. Which was good - because that was on the same level of self-care that Tony himself managed.
But still. It was a bit much to go from Bruce to - well.
It felt like a bad sitcom, maybe.
Particularly when there was thumping and swearing going on behind walls that probably needed some better sound barrier built in. Tony was going to work on that, actually. He'd added it to his mental list. It was right up there with yet again installing Friday all over the place.
"Hey, uhm." It felt supremely awkward to be standing outside a teenaged boys' bedroom, to be knocking awkwardly on the door. "Did you kill yourself, or...?"