Had Tony actually been around long enough to give up into Clint's knowing presumption, he may have accepted that answer. He wouldn't be a Stark if he wasn't questioning the entire idea and concept of roaming dinosaurs or just about anything else he had been gracious enough to endure while here. Compared to this, the headache had been mild.
Ask him again when this was all over and he'd say he'd prefer the 'normal' confusing period.
The comfortable banter in the earpiece of his suit was about the only thing keeping Tony from panicking at this swarm. Seriously. There had been less Chitauri. Less Ultrons. At least things that weren't squawking. "Good God you're right, this is it. The Flappy Bird uprising."
He took a heavy clunk from behind that knocked his skull so hard into his helm Tony was sure it took three years off his life expectancy. "This may come as a surprise but the high ground isn't giving me any sort of advantage. In fact, I'm practically blind. Can you make out anything better from where you are?"