Tony / Carol
Carol absolutely was cocky, but not in a bad way -- she clearly had the chops to back up her words in most cases and a wicked sense of humor when she wanted to. Even in network communication, Tony had been positive he liked her. In person, it was no different at all. Plus, hey, he was cocky too, so they were a matching set. "Yeah, you wouldn't want that to be a nightly demand," he said of the table dancing.
He sipped at his drink as she ruminated, nodding along thoughtfully until she got to the point she was really trying to make. If she was from the same dimension as him (and Tony highly, highly suspected she was, because everything and every reference lined up too perfectly for her not to be) why hadn't Fury asked for help during times when they'd needed it? Carol clearly would have been the hand that tipped the odds back in their favor each and every time.
"Politics, probably," Tony said after a beat. Because Fury was working within the confines of the government, on some level. Or had been until SHIELD had gotten taken over by Nazis and Cap had basically just punched the entire organization in the face. "And also because maybe he liked to think he had it covered. Which until now, he kind of did. The Avengers are --" He paused, awkward. "Were. The Avengers were a solid team. We had a Hulk and a god, and a moral backbone. We handled things."