Was it that obvious? Tony turned his cheek to his hand, staring at the vague shadows on the far side of the room and was still for a fleeting minute, his fingers not even fidgeting. He didn't really expect to hide anything. Spider-man was good, Tony liked him, he would like him to be an Avenger and that was okay. Cassie as an Avenger was not okay.
Sitting up on his knees, shrugging (whatever that meant in the dark), Tony was ready with a nonchalant answer; "She'd need a majority vote." That was how it used to work, anyway. She wouldn't have Tony's, and she shouldn't have Steve's. Thor would probably congratulate her on her youthful valour, and Spider-man, should he join them in this hypothetical reality, might give her some misguided support in teenaged solidarity. Tony was sure he could come up with the sum that would sway Jessica into his camp, though, whatever her feelings on the issue were. Cassie couldn't argue with that. And Steve's argument against Spider-man was something of a leap, and a cheap one, so Tony could only assume he was low on ammo. He wrapped his hand over Steve's thigh again, stroking his thumb over his skin to keep Steve alert to answer, "So? Do you think you can find him?"