Maybe the invisible man wanted an invisible jet? Frankly, Tony could have used one at a few times in his life too. Then again, he could just make a cloaking device and call it a day. It didn't matter though -- it was rare he didn't take his own ride instead of a jet these days.
"Oh yeah, I'm a real hoot," Tony said with a crooked sort of smile before moving to pour his own cup of coffee -- black, no point in messing around when it had a job to be doing. "And no, it's not just us. There's about a hundred other people, give or take depending on the day." Tony was good at mental math but it was hard to keep track on the day to day who showed up and who left. It was like a rotating door, really.