Tough crowd. Between the three of them, the air was feeling downright hostile. Maybe that was just Carol's outright threat. Sorry, Major Danvers, toxic lesbian. Not that Tony would mind finding out what she could do with that strength, or even that hostility. Eyes still locked with Steve's, challenging his unspoken question, Tony's hand went to his collar to tug the knot of his tie just enough to pop the button below it. I'm here because the last two people you invited onto the team were chaos. At least there was no doubt now Danvers would be controlled chaos, even when Tony antagonized her. Why are you here?
"Tony, please," was all he said, a murmured invitation under their conversation that he wasn't even sure went heard, but he was looking back at the Major with an undeterred smile back in place. She'd come around. At least, she would get used to it. If she was going to accept the position, she would learn fast that it wasn't much like the Air Force.
Finally granting Nick a glance just to asses the agenda's completion, Tony searched his jacket pocket for the cigar he had offered. His own juggled from one hand to his teeth to the other, Tony found his lighter as well, slim with lovingly polished silver plating and carbon fiber detail and left along with the cigar on Major Danvers' cot, Tony's hands held up in surrender once emptied. See, he wouldn't take advantage of the situation to get any closer. She could decide what to do with the offering on her own time.