Tony finally sat down too, and didn't stop himself reaching for the fries either, even if he couldn't necessarily say he was hungry yet. Not because he'd eaten recently, but because he tended not to bother with things like that when he was distracted. Which right now he was.
But it was also in front of them. And something to do with his hands and mouth that didn't involve interrupting or snatching that newspaper article up as quickly as it was being offered. Even if he had been curious about it for a long time now, and of course he was going to say that he wanted to see it. Even if something in it was not good.
He chewed, wiped his fingers clean on a napkin before taking the folded paper. Before he even unfolded it to read, he gestured vaguely at the glasses and the liquor he'd brought over. "Care to pour?" He asked, knowing it was full well possible they were going to need it.
But then he unfolded the paper, eyes following the pictures and then the headlines, and then starting all over again to actually read it all. And yeah, okay. It was bad -- Loki had already admitted to this, to trying to take destroy New York but maybe this article made it more real, instead of an almost joke about Loki being some kind of warlord.
And yeah, there was that tower he'd heard so much about, the one that had always reminded Loki here of a particular building (that Tony maybe currently had his eyes on), but it was a little surprising to see the line up of the Avengers. Not because he recognized anyone in it who wasn't Natasha, but because a sleek suit or armor was present in that line up and Tony wasn't an idiot. He knew who that was.
"Okay," he said after a long beat of processing. "So this definitely isn't great." But this hadn't been what Loki had wanted to talk about -- or, well, it was but only in an adjacent sort of way. "Alright. Lay it on me."