"Classified," Iron Man parroted, turning his face to examine the lack of nails on the glove of his free hand super casually while he ignored Cap's guessing as to the fate of the puppet-pebble. That is, until ol' Winghead made him laugh out loud, which sounded sardonic no matter the context when filtered through the metallic grind of the mask. Did the wanted fugitive just demand the uncategorized weapon from him? Is that what just happened? "Tell you what, you come back to the mansion with me and maybe we'll loop the details into the conversation we have about your future."