Tony's eyes found Natasha's again after her comment about idle hands. "What do you suggest I do? Revolutionize the wizarding world with magic-proof tech? Get them prepped for binge-watching and music streaming services? Instantaneous correspondence that doesn't involve owl shit?" His voice was lighthearted, but there was no real cheer behind it. His eyes were filled with bitterness, and without the tinted glasses he usually hid behind, that was all too clear.