Tony stepped into the room as if he'd been given a grand entrance as opposed to something far more teenaged and begrudged. He stuck his hands into his pockets, looked around the room as if he'd never quite seen it before, before honing in on the workstation. "You didn't back home because it wasn't as much of an option," he pointed out. If there was one thing Tony was willing to provide it was power and a damned fantastic workspace.
That Peter was trying to be discreet about who he was in the house that the Hulk and Iron Man also lived in was cute, but Tony supposed, for all intents and purposes, Bruce didn't know about Peter's secret yet, so maybe it was wiser than he was giving the kid credit for. "There's probably tylenol or whatever in the bathroom," he offered, a bit on the useless side before plunking himself down on the chair at Peter's desk and going to work digging through messes of wire. "Soda's in the kitchen. Your hand okay?" Probably, the headache thing couldn't be fixed with just some pills and a little bit of caffeine, but neither of those things usually hurt, either. "You just got some wires crossed here," he said after a beat or two of silence. "Where'd you get all this junk? Do you like a challenge or...?"