That wasn't the worst idea. Not Tony joining the crew of the good ship Magical Hand-to-Hand as some kind of horrifically misguided emissary, but opening up trade that wasn't military-based with the galactic empire would probably make this whole venture and Earth, as it were, slightly more appealing to the larger society they had been thrust into. Tony didn't suspect Pepper, Steve or Fury would think it was so grand, with enough of a diplomatic mess to deal with on their own planetary surface, but here was a crew going out and getting into trouble anyway.
"Why don't you?" Tony asked, clearly not hearing anything else Misty had said. A robot was skudding across the workshop floor, pushing a stool for Tony to irritably jerk away from it once it was close enough for choosing the noisiest possible option, before settling in with (what was left of) Misty's hand still cradled in his. After a few nods from the confused robot as Tony made feeble attempts to coordinate with it, they settled with Tony's shoulder under its arm to direct the gentle spray of mostly air onto Misty's hand where Tony slowly worked through every tiny joint like a cleansing massage. "Investigate the alien trade arrangements, come up with a working model for us. Done deal," Tony decided for her, then with one distracted hand made a sort of clumsy cross and kissed his fingertips as though this was a reasonable anointing ceremony and dubber her, "Terran ambassador for trade."