The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents hovered, not certain what to do, conflicted by Fury's nonchalance. When Tony shrugged, twisting his hand in the air with airy indirection, there was a rustle as they all retrained their weapons on him. "I was in the neighbourhood," he said, "thought I'd drop in."
He glanced around at the guard, most of them keeping their focus steadily on him, waiting for him to explode or whatever they suspected. There were at least two rookies amongst them, obvious in the way they kept glancing towards Fury, like it was him that was going to tell them when Tony turned hostile. "Not a bad time, is it?"