nick & hope
Wow, a smile? Hope was pretty damn pleased with herself. "Oh, yeah, funded by Stark - I completely get it," she assured. Say no mas, Mr. Fury. There was no need - they all knew that Tony Stark had more money than God. But as the offspring of a wealthy business owner herself, and the one likely to inherit all that wealth eventually, she knew firsthand that a crap ton of dough didn't always make up for a lot of things. It helped, but it wasn't the end all.
Still, she knew that whatever training space this was, it had been financed with the best intentions. "I'll keep an eye out for your message, then - feel free to text anytime." Even if he wanted to have a drink someplace, like one of the crappy dive bars around Stark Industries - she'd be up for it.
"See you later," she toasted him with her cup of punch. "And stay out of trouble." Ha. And speaking of trouble, she ought to find Scott now - hopefully he hadn't found any in her absence.