Tony was decidedly on assignment and looked just as irritated. Out of his suit after barely an hour in it, hair still damp and thrown back with water dripping down the back of his neck to soak his uniform collar, he stalked through the cleared halls of their guarded turf, patting at his loops of allegedly useful belts distractedly for somewhere to tuck his allegedly useful gloves. So a full assault wasn't on the mission outline for the day, so no one was doing much but observing from the front, that didn't mean he had to be sent back. He wasn't being needlessly aggressive. And he could perform the scans and monitor the alien systems just fine from his suit, from anywhere, really. Conclusion, result and effect: General Fury was still an asshole, Tony didn't want to be near him anyway, he was stalking and irritable in his issued uniform towards their locked down command center.
When he did finally look up, still holding his gloves, it was to see an expression mirroring his own, making him slow and stop and quirk an eyebrow. An expression on a face that never should have worn it, that was. "Hey," he called to get her attention, then beckoned. "You want a job?" Not quite neutral, his smile a fangy flash before it was controlled to a tight line, innocent.