Now Tony didn't want to go. Something was rotten, Hammer barely took the chance to show off his new top cop status in this perfect opportunity that was handed to him. He didn't even mention how rich he was, which was new but about as impressive to Tony as mentioning how rich he was. Tony left the dregs of his terrible coffee and the paramedic's blanket, watching Hammer expectantly as he pointedly circled around the far side of the table to make his exit. Was that, we know what you did that one time, 'crashing through the walls' combination some kind of threat? It was certainly subtle for Hammer, and that wasn't actually a skill that came with this job. Then again, maybe it just wasn't one Nick cared to adopt.
Surprise, Cap was still there like the gentleman he always had been, but Tony's smile at seeing him reasonably unharmed was more of a fabricated smirk. "Look at you," he muttered, reaching up to shake some glitter from a frazzled wing on Cap's cowl, but gaze sliding away, suspicious of the troupe of agents watching nearby. Even if Hammer was sending them home with an escort, Tony didn't know what he expected to find out. There weren't any secret bases. There was only one active Avenger that still wore a mask, and none of them knew who the kid was, either. Still, Tony rubbed the glitter between his fingers and met Steve's eye with a raised brow, careful, not about to take the chance right now that he was a step ahead. That Trojan Turkey already caught him off guard today. He needed to get back to the garage.