He'd had his suspicions when Reed first brought the idea to his attention and listed off the people he had in mind for members; they were all a bunch of men used to getting their own way, without compromise. Even if they all agreed on what the most important issue was, getting them to all agree on a solution was going to be a mess and would neatly make this the least effective think-tank ever.
Well, they could all just do what he said, which would solve that problem. And maybe some good would come of this yet.
Tony had thought about taking the flying car and testing to see how it worked on a road trip. He'd thought about arriving in the armor. Both were slightly too conspicuous for a clandestine meeting, and so, he ended up in the Starkjet; he went on business trips often enough a short jaunt to Philly and back would be hardly remarkable.
He was one of the closest, and he still managed to arrive last. "Tell me you haven't done the take-out orders without me," he said as he wandered up to the table and took a seat. Reed should have expected it of him; T'Challa and Doom needed to be reminded that they only ran part of the world; and Arthur...He focused on the unknown quantity of the group.