Jarvis refused to frame this in terms of doom. That was unnecessarily pessimistic, even though the risks were very, very high. They'd really only just begun. Tony's trip, whatever Steve was doing with his mysterious 'contacts' or friends or whomever he was working with, it was nothing concrete yet. It could be. That was the goal. If it failed, then they could start talking doom.
Then again, if it failed spectacularly, no one would be talking at all. They'd all be dead.
"I don't know how wise it is to make lists," Jarvis murmured, absently. "Nothing written down that could be used to implicate a whole group of us at once." Codes, perhaps. Names that weren't their own. A language that could only be understood among conspirators. Perhaps that was going overboard in terms of precautionary measures, but the Victors were public figures. Discretion wasn't easy.
And that was before taking into account how often one or the other managed to grab attention in all the wrong ways. Honestly, Jarvis was beginning to think he ought to be taking a more active role in this business. At least no one was looking at him.
Tony did sound slightly more optimistic about the other results of his trip, though. Jarvis nodded, pitcher set aside again. "That's something. Where would you want to stockpile weapons?"