"Seems to be for a reason." His eyes glanced around the coffee shop briefly. It was weird not to see people with their eyes glued to their laptops and phones. "Technology's a dirty word to this bunch." He was brooding, sure. But he was also mourning. He had been the one who had died, and yet here he was, alive again, but with no way of truly enjoying what that meant. It was as if Morgan and Pepper had been the ones to leave him, not the other way around. "Still," he added, mostly for Natasha's sake, "We could set Bradly up with a Geocities site." He cracked a small, but genuine smile. "Think the wizards can get their hands on a computer?" A beat. "Think they even know what a computer is?"