"It'd be a little easier if we had a welding torch," Tony said ruefully. He really needed to get his ass in gear and go out there to one of those mysterious doors. Maybe he'd find a Home Depot out there, at the very least. And oh, sure, he'd looked at the doorways he just -- wasn't sure yet. Tony Stark was rather avoidant of portals and wormholes to unknown places these days. He thought that was fair.
He stood, never liking the way his knees made him feel older than he was these days, and dusted his free hand off on his jeans. "Yeah. I mean, he was just this kid out doing little stunts on the streets of New York. I kinda recruited him. Gave him a better suit." Tony wasn't sure he was proud of it, not really. Peter might very well have been better off just getting a lot of views on Youtube for swinging around and doing backflips. A part of him was pretty positive he would have gotten into trouble with or without Stark Intervention anyway. So. At least this way he had a team. Sort of. Or would have.
"I get that," he said, because everyone needed someone to talk to. Tony had lucked out. He'd had Rhodey from the start, even Pepper sometimes when she wasn't mad at his new chosen life calling. And then he'd had the Avengers, right up until he blew it. But he couldn't imagine not having anyone. He softened slightly, although unsure how to proceed. "Well. I don't know what your version of Tony Stark is like. I don't doubt I could be an asshole in some universes since I'm not even great in my own. But if you need to talk, you should probably know you don't have to go it alone. Not here."