Stephen let out an exhale, and felt bad about just how petty a joke Stark was playing on certain people. It was immature, but Stark seemed a bit...stunted...in the maturity department now and then. Not all the time. Thank gods (and goddesses).
"You won't," he said, opening a small enough portal that he could reach in and take out the 'special' care package. He handed over all of the items, from the private phone and laptop, down to the envelope with money, room key, and network information. "If you find it unbearable, let me know."
He'd sneak her another key, for a better place. Luckily, this was one of the last few people on Stark's "shit list", so he was grateful that he wouldn't have to do this again. And that Darcy was helping more with some of these duties, not that it ended well with the cranky private investigator.
"You might want to stay alert," he added. He looked upward again and squinted. "Maybe it's just bad weather."