Bullseye. Tony's lopsided grin was good natured, but quickly schooled back into a sober frown so he could curtly insist, "Very political, have to manage my demand, Pepper has numbers. Please." He welcomed Brcue through the door he graciously opened so he could snap it quickly shut on the noses of their closest followers, turning at the last second to gesture apologetically through the glass with a grimace like he had no idea they were there, how embarrassing, oops, there went Dr. Banner.
"I could use a steak," he admitted, glancing back to his phone as he caught up to take Bruce by the shoulders again to consider the time. "We could probably get a table at Oceanside. Ugh, I hate waiting, though. You know we don't really control any of our energy, right? You're just giving the anti-nuclears more fodder. No one ever really grows out of hearing 'no' first, you gotta give solutions, not more problems."