In all the extravagant ways Tony had at his disposal to entertain himself, there was a particular kick he got out of sparring with Nick Fury that couldn't be compared to any other. It wasn't like the yachts or jets, or gambling in Vegas or sunbathing in the Caribbean, and it wasn't like having a dogfight with first class fighter jets as Iron Man. It was an entirely unique experience that even Captain America couldn't match; when Captain America told you to do something, told you you were wrong, it was difficult not to just lay down and accept it. Tony respected Cap for this. Cap was a great man. And while he respected Fury as well, it was a lot harder to recognize him as his better. And Tony was patient but petulant, and Nick was a simmering hard-ass waiting to boil over. It was like Tony's very own sitcom.
So, while Fury was still Fury and likely spending his 'very important meeting' poking pins in a Stark Voodoo doll, Tony was in pretty good spirits. He hadn't had the chance to be at home for very long since returning from the excavation before Fury demanded his presence, but he was used to that. Besides, it was about time he checked up on the twins; they appeared to be just fine outside of boredom by their internet activity, despite all of the reports from the psychiatrists. But Tony expected that. They were an odd pair. And he couldn't wait to construct his own reports.
That was for tomorrow. Tonight, he needed to change his shirt and hit the town to acquire something of an entourage to keep the entertainment coming. He had been working far too hard, and mummies were difficult to woo-- that skill could get rusty without constant practice. He was already unbuttoning his collar as he pushed open the door to his suite, pulling it over his head while he climbed the steps to the bedroom, and holding his wrists trapped in it in front of him while he paused at the top to slowly raise his eyebrows at this unexpected form of room service. He couldn't yet tell if it was also unwelcome. He hadn't exactly been keeping close tabs on his wild dog, it had been a bust couple of weeks. They could have been back to square one. They could have passed Go.
Maybe he wouldn't have to go far to keep himself entertained tonight.