"There were aliens. We also went to Germany to beat up your friend Loki." By now, Steve was a little red, and not just because he'd been called Captain Spanglepants. He still wasn't used to making absurd pronouncements like they were totally normal.
Nor was he used to phrases like 'legal wiggle room.'
"Tony." Steve began, cautiously, the way you might tell an eager friend in your frat that bungee jumping off of your roof was a terrible idea, "I don't think we're cut out for black ops. I told the Internet that I was Captain America and you had a press conference to announce your secret identity. I'm not saying 'no.' I want to help. I'm just not sure how much wiggle room we really have."