"I can kick in a stipend," Tony offers, off-handedly. "Just because the Salvation Army is a volunteer organization doesn't mean their Christmas Santas go hungry. I don't want to kick around numbers too soon, but say we have a stipend as part of our organization fees and if you want to take it, take it. If not we'll.. kick it into the health care budget, work on a retirement fund. That sort of thing. I know I'm going to keep my day job as brilliant inventor and fabulously wealthy innovator-engineer. No one's saying you have to give the finger to Fury, there's just... another option."
He leaned his head from side to side, weighing the option of taking on more memebers. "Personally, I'm not opposed to the VIP club. We're very important people. I know you might be excited to lead a new squadron, Steve, but I'm not. I think..." He rested a hand on a table and leaned in. "I think we should vote on it. Every member, down the line. Take it slow, not let eager young cadet with a cape into our little clubhouse. Let's see what they do. Let's inspire some folks rather then conscript them to a cause. Yeah, we all have friends and scientific masterminds on speed dial but let's not get a head of ourselves."