It was probably a little harder to properly break a timeline when you were already dead where you came from, Tony supposed. But Natasha was here now, five years of time between them, and she had answers to questions he hadn't even considered asking yet. So. Something was broken, yes. Maybe not with Nyx, though.
Tony only rose an eyebrow and then shrugged in general agreement. It was the method at hand, that was true.
"Thanks," he said of the house, looking at it a little thoughtfully. "My...housemate keeps it clean. I just make a mess and build things. We're practically playing house." Which Nyx was doing too, in his own right. Attempting to fix his roof with a knife of some kind. "Gimme a sec, I'll grab what you need."
He had a basic toolbox, so it was easy enough just grabbing the whole thing.