Tony the little | Carol
"I mean come on, you think I couldn't design something better than that?" He asked lifting his shoulders in a shrug.
It wasn't necessarily just ego talking but simply the knowledge that he knew what he was doing when it came to things like this, if he wanted to design a better aircraft he could, if he wanted to design a better car he could, if he wanted to design a better vehicle that was something he could do. Tony Stark was an engineer at heart, call him anything else you might like but designing things that just worked was what he'd done since he'd been young. Sure he couldn't give Carol back her plane, but a better one? Well that was definitely something he could do.
He considered her suggestion about asking Steve to dance, maybe he would - later. The last thing he wanted was for Steve to laugh at him or something, but later after he'd had a bit more to drink? Well he could probably work up the nerve then. "Maybe."
Tony just laughed at the way she looked at him when he promised not to laugh that much at her. Waiting for her to agree or not. And then she did and Tony whooped. "Don't worry you can show me your moves later after you've had more to drink too." He promised her with a laugh and moved toward the sort of designated dancing area ready to bust a move and see what Carol could do too.