I am JARVIS, Sir. Please consider me at your service. I have been programmed to assist all Avengers members as they require.
[Tony rolls his eyes at JARVIS. Make it sound like he's some softie, why don't you.] Don't forget who has your top level overrides.
[He wanders toward the fridge, beside which there's a counter with a bar's worth of liquor bottles, some empty but many in varying states of fullness.] Beer or anything hard. Best single malt they have here is 18 years. [Which is clearly not up to his standards.]
[There's a black leather sofa riding the wall near the fridge-and-wetbar setup, and Tony waves a hand in its general direction as he digs in the fridge.] There's half a pizza if you want.