Tony/Carol
Most of them here -- or those who were Avengers at least -- were people who didn't sit still all that well. Even Tony was feeling the itch lately to get his suit on and to find somewhere where he could let loose a little. It was really a wonder that no one here had exploded and demanded a fight yet. Surely, it was coming. There was a 47% chance that Tony would be involved. Last time he'd done the math, anyway.
He blinked up at Carol and only offered a bemused sort of smile over her worry. "There'd have been a time when this wouldn't have even phased me," he said, which was practically an admission that yes, he was pretty sure he was phased now. "Don't worry too much," he said, waving his hand dismissively before standing and regarding the other bar patrons. "I'll mingle it off and have some carbs. I won't be napping on the pool table you don't have."