Tony's smile didn't last long; just a flicker, and he was upright again with his hands behind his back. "Before we shake hands, there are conditions," he announced with a perfected boardroom preeminence.
"I offer my services as Iron Man, not as Stark Enterprises. The minute anyone under S.H.I.E.L.D. command even considers the benefits my company might offer them, this whole operation becomes privately owned by Stark International and becomes a daycare center," was just the start, Tony look so much like many a dad on the night they met their teenaged daughter's boyfriend; the look that made so many teenaged boys take a vow of celibacy. "S.H.I.E.L.D. will continue to receive funding through the Maria Stark Foundation at my discretion, and I will continue to track how that money is being spent and you will miss it when it is gone.
"The bulk of the move of Stark Enterprises head offices from Los Angeles to New York will take place within the next six months. The financial strain is something we can make up, but if you so much as ask me to pay for lunch during which you will find that both the Atillans and Atlanteans suddenly have a beef with you personally. Don't think I won't."
Tony took a deep breath, glancing around the room as if to admire the decor and finally dropping into the chair, his legs crossed and hands behind his head. "My identity is not public knowledge, government knowledge, or even S.H.I.E.L.D. knowledge until I say. Tony Stark's affiliation with S.H.I.E.L.D. is an advisory one only." A burden of secrecy he didn't really want to carry anymore, but both Tony Stark's and Iron Man's reputations really wouldn't benefit from the reveal at the moment. Neither had been performing very respectably of late. "And I think we need to look into some new real estate."