Tony wasn't so sure about what the younger version of himself had or had not lived through yet. So far as he could tell, he was just... young. Oh, sure, there was the Howard angle, and that was terrible in it's own right. But the really bad stuff tended to happen later in life. Afghanistan. The Invasion of New York. Pepper banning him from wearing silly ties. Ultron. Stuff like that.
He'd probably have to ask, eventually.
But for now, he was able to figure that this was Peter. A different Peter, mind. Probably that Alpha one, if age was a factor. "Maybe," he hedged, because if there was anyone here he could find comfort in shared experiences with, it was probably more people from his own world. Steve. Barton. Incredibly ironically, Bucky Barnes.
"I'm building a laptop," he said, happy to move on to an easier subject. "To keep track of stuff. Power usage, the generator I've got going." Eventually he could control it all manually. Still, he waved at it dismissively and focused the whole of his attention on Peter. Because, yeah. He had said he'd help people out if he could, and there were a hell of a lot of hours in the day, even when he had to stop for a lack of daylight. "What's up, Parker?"