Peter caught the tape in one hand and popped into the console, and opened a comm channel "La Guardia Ground, this is the ISS Benetar at Avengers Tower, ready for rapid vertical lift off. If you can clear me a..." he gave the nav control a final check, "11.5 second window of clear air that would be peachy." He turned to the others, "Technically, we're not really covered by FAA, but you know these Tower guys can be real dicks if you hurt their jurisdictional fee fees ."
"ISS Benetar, this is La Guardia Ground. You are advised that your personal commentary is unnecessary. Is this official Avengers Business?"
Peter rolled his eyes, "La Guardia Ground, this is the official business of the Intergalactic Guardians. Are you clearing me a path or you want me to play pinball in your approach?"
There was a pause while the tower decided whether or not they were in the mood to play with a jackass in a spaceship, "ISS Benetar you are go for lift off, T-10 at my mark."
The entire ship quivered as Peter throttled the lift off engines to hot standby and then tapped his finger impatiently on the yoke.
"La Guardia Ground to ISS Benetar. I am authorized by shift command to advise you of the following: No, you're the dick. And Mark. Over."