Tony didn't want to judge, he had his own attachments to gadgets. He'd seen the same look when it came to Cap and his Shield. That didn't stop the quizzial look he shot Evie when she withdrew the gauntlet and blade.
Seriously. He had a billion dollars worth of tech that would laugh, literally, at her bracelet sitting over in the corner. He didn't want her bangle arrow. Nor did he have time to waste sabotaging.
"Pending on the wire I could conjure up, it could be absolutely silent. Assuming you know the right places to plant the hook and again, I'm assuming you do." For however prideful she was about the hook, Tony was prideful about his work. Sure, this was more blacksmithing but again, he liked vintage. He didn't fuck up gadgets. He made them better.
With a puff of his chest, arms folding over his ribcage, Stark lifted his chin. "I didn't come with a resume but if you're having second thoughts there are a number of folks here who can vouch my credentials. I could even show you, but...I more than know what I'm doing."