It was possible that Natasha had also known what Tony wanted before Tony had even put it to thoughts or words. She was good at stuff like that, admittedly. And it was -- he supposed it had been a long time coming, really. Since he'd met Peter and let the kid seep into his list of important people. Maybe before that, because it wasn't like Tony hadn't been clinging to the idea of finding a family for himself since the Avengers had been a thing.
Of course he wanted to see. He wanted to see something that surely meant the world or more to some other version of him. Wanted to know what she looked like, if she had dimples and dark hair, what color her eyes were. He wanted.
Even if he knew it was going to hurt badly to look, because that little girl was probably perfect, and she'd never be something Tony could have. It would be like looking at a lost opportunity.
They were in front of the House of Doors, but it no longer felt important, not really. Natasha would see it, like she said, it would keep. "Yeah," he said and glanced down at the ground. He wasn't really one to just pop a squat anywhere he was, but it felt like it'd probably be necessary to be sitting. "Yeah. That's --let's sit."