It took until Nick handed him the flask for Tony to stop frowning in irritation (pouting) at Nick refusing his attention. He couldn't even be bothered to point out that he didn't hand the pills to Nick for a reason, just watched the pair of them with pursed lips until he was taking an unprepared swig from the flask, fumes hitting the back of his throat before the scotch touched his tongue. It made him sputter, hand to his full mouth, shoulders shaking and only one eye open as he forced the flask onto Billy. Something of a departure from what he had been drinking not an hour before.
Despite the graceless experience, Tony found he really was quite calm now that the dust had settled and they sat in what really was something of a cramped bunker. Relying on magic wouldn't have been his first choice, but Tony was fairly certain it was that shimmering blue shield that had the sedative effect; it wasn't unlike the ocean, serenity in perpetual motion. Sitting up on his knees, he didn't have to stretch far to try to reach it, but it shifted away from his fingers at they neared. Unable to push up on the rock, it seeped through the cracks like water dripping upward, then back into the smooth bubble as Tony withdrew his hand. The only way he could think of to approximate the structure was thermal reaction. But he had the time to consider it. Someone would find a way to get them out eventually, but between Nick's unreliable agents and Barton, Tony felt it was no use hoping for a quick rescue.