"Well, then I will have to re-set the block," Tony said, irritated enough for it to actually show in his voice. "He can work and beg for his contacts like everybody else who wants to reach you who is not me, and especially because he is a meglomaniac dictator who hasn't learned to speak in the first person yet." Except Pepper would just un-set the block again, and would probably get JARVIS onto her side, and then he'd have to do some hard and dirty coding while pretending he didn't know why Doom's calls were suddenly full of static, but it must be the Atlantic air... Yeah, that could work.
Pepper's surprised noise drew him out of his plans for Doom's continued poor reception, and the longer one made him look over. He could have sworn she knew Tim, but then, when he'd first gotten close to Bruce's kids, Pepper had been still slightly quieter and fiercely determined to maintain some kind of separation of their lives. "Yeah, Tim, you know, he's the one with the dark hair who runs around with - oooh, right, maybe you don't know that about Tim." Given she'd just learned the big Bruce Wayne secret after all.
Apparently, he didn't know that much about Tim, either. Pepper brought the video out, and Tony's throat closed around his heart for two very painful beats. Except for the water, it was just like him in Afghanistan. He was halfway to the armor before he realized Pepper was still talking about Doom and waiting. "No, no deal," he said, flatly serious, at his most firm and dangerous. "He turns over the coordinates right now, and we go get Tim. Right now. He doesn't stay in that cage a minute longer than it takes us to get there.
We can negotiate on who deals with the Skrull," he conceded with about as much grace as he could ever manage, "but I really think you should let the big scary guy in the black cloak argue about justice." He'd like to have the Skrull, too, come to that, to answer some questions as to why it hadn't revealed itself with the rest of the Skrulls, but that was all secondary. Tim came first.