Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at Fury, Stark kept his pace with Steve, the lovely counter of the cafe kept close to his thoughts. He scratched at his beard, fighting a yawn as he replied to his friend, "They're always out for blood, you'll learn that soon enough. But what they want and what will look good to the public are two entirely different things. Both will factor into their decision."
To the comment about the Norse God, he nodded. Oh yes, definitely wouldn't want to have him in here raging thunder and lighting. As Steve prattled about Tony's exhaustion, he ordered them some coffee--strongest as possible, knowing Steve could stand it, and remembering he preferred his black. As they moved to the next counter to wait for their order his lips almost twitched to a smile. "That lovely secretary already is. The Tower's mods are almost done, I've got the communicators I promised in my briefcase for you to take back with you, and since I couldn't sleep last night I started on something else for you while I waited for the armor on the Mark V to finish repair...Though it stood fine against bullets and had the repulsors, it still has no flight, missiles, climate, or environmental capabilities."
Tony stopped rambling as soon as he realized he was doing it. Another inclination to how tired he was, Tony Stark didn't ramble. "Point being, I'm just fine, Steve. I'll take a power nap when I get home and be right as rain."