Luckily, that was all Tony wanted, too. As the guns came down and the agents stood at attention, he only froze for a beat to decide that this wasn't some kind of treachery and waved for the unit to relax or, "At ease," or whatever worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. monkeys. The wave of his hand ended with an awkward waver at the man bent to collect the fragments of his weapon like Iron Man meant to make amends, but then he was stomping away, through the tunnel of Caesar's armed guard and to the feet of the tyrant himself. Every step echoed through the uninsulated halls and rattled around Tony's skull, one more goddamn step that was a waste of his time.
"Where is she?" he bit before he had even approached, barely through the door and at the first sight of Nick. He pointed an accusing finger as he stalked closer, no mercy readied for whatever this fucking performance was in lieu of having one of those agents on deck just give him one goddamn word. The cost for the wrong answer was going to be Fury's last working eye.