Every Avenger has some version of The Look.
Steve, being everybody's grandpa, was very pointed, with a raised eyebrow. With nothing but that look, most people would cave for fear of disappointing the hero, but Danny had seen it plastered on Jazz's face plenty of times. He's become immune to it.
Clint's nose typically scrunched up, and his eyebrows shot into his hairline. He looked more like he was trying to take a shit than look like a responsible adult. It took everything in Danny to not bust out laughing every time that look was turned on him.
Natasha's was just a blank stare. He's only been on the receiving end of it once, and he prays to whatever higher power there is that he's not on the receiving end of it again.
Bruce didn't bother most of the time, not unless it was turned on Tony, and Thor was never serious when he used his. Asgardians are just dramatic.
Tony's look was a I'm gonna pretend like you're smarter than your actions look.
Currently, this is The Look that was pointed as Danny as he rooted around in Tony's workshop. There was a very inconspicuous octagon shaped hole in the wall where some windows used to be.
"Take a picture, Tony, it'll last longer," Danny told him without turning around.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tony asked. He sounded stern, but curiosity was always his downfall, and whatever it was it was big and fun looking.
"Are you finally ready to admit you need glasses, old man?" Danny asked, preoccupied with measuring whatever it was in his hand.
"Keep talkin' trash and I won't let you use my tools," Tony shot back. As he walked further into the lab he noticed some old blueprints. something his parents made. "Are you building another ghost portal?"
"Maybe."
"Why? You already have one."
"Yeah, in Amity," Danny said, finally looking at him. "I can't keep track of all the ghosts in New York if I have to travel all the way back to Amity just to get rid of them."
"Well, it's been working out so far."
"Yeah, well, you don't know how uncomfortable that thermos it. Especially when there's more than one ghost inside. last time Clint accidentally got me locked inside my back was fucked up for a month."
"You know he did that because you said his dog drawing was dumb, right?" Tony asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the table Danny was working at. Danny stopped working to look up at Tony fully. His face that that calm blankness that Natasha got before she stabbed somebody. And byt he time Tony realized this, Danny was already phasing through the roof to hunt down whatever vent Clint was hiding out in this time. Tony grinned and shook his head.
"Yikes."