Of course Steve would consider the endeavor practically and humbly. Tony gladly obliged, leaning back on his hands and watching Steve's silhouette as he stretched, calculating the curves of his muscles as they flexed like he would chart them on a graph later. "Just throw your shield in Midtown and keep an eye on the sky," Tony suggested with a sly smile. Spider-man had some sixth sense about that kind of thing, like he knew how to track Winghead, shamelessly. Tony added, "I think he's got a crush," to give Steve something to think about while Tony was gone. He was already climbing over Steve's leg and off the edge of the bed. That was the team covered, and that was Spider-Man covered. No one said 'no' to Captain America.