As luck would have it, Tony didn't have far to go to make it to this little discussion. He was right next door, in fact, not quite arguing with a lovely lady who looked a lot like she wanted to step on his throat so much as telling her how much he wanted to sleep with her while she told him that wasn't going to get her to speed up the development of this building. Whatever, he got her number.
All the same, he managed to take his sweet time moseying over to what wasn't even technically a different address, and looked distinctly like he didn't care Nick existed when he was directed into the observation room. He just dropped into the chair against the wall, styrofoam cup balanced on his knee, staring across through the two-way mirror a little surprised that he wasn't surprised that the girl had made good on her promise. She was always a good girl.
He really would like to hear Steve's opinion on this. So when he did acknowledge the Director, Tony said, "I hope you called Cap, dude, I don't know how to handle this anymore." And he slouched down into his seat, pulling his coffee up to just settle the rim of the cup against his lip and look over it like someone lost. Okay, maybe he was trying to gain a little sympathy to avoid Nick starting a bitch about fraternizing with Wanda, too, because Tony would certainly commit crimes of passion if Nick tried to get on his case about that. That, and he was pretty much tired of feeling like a continual disappointment, and was really due for some approval from someone looking respectably fully clothed. That little girl stating her case in the other room wasn't helping. She was rendering Tony a bigger hypocrite every time he looked at her.
And then he'd look at Nick and feel simultaneously guilty and frustrated for wanting to apologize to Wanda.