Tony's mind was elsewhere. That wasn't an insult to Natasha, not a mark of boredom, but a common occurrence. Unable, and unwilling, to pin down on one problem at a time, he gave the meeting the necessary attention for him to be an active participant, while his mind raced through others, one hand playing across the touch-screen wrist device on his left arm, working through memory as opposed to sight. The issue at hand, literally, was public image. Not a matter of vanity, but something he imagined would become a key part of the hopefully micro-war they were about to start fighting.

The US had been 'fortunate' in the past. Even if its wars and actions had been ambiguous or suspect, it's enemies were undoubtedly enemies of its way of life. It's armies had fought Divine Emperors, Genocidal Fascists and Communists, fundamentalist extremists and callous dictators. He already knew they would be deconstructing his own public image, but he wondered that kind of fight they thought they were in for with that one. The benefits of 24 hour news and the internet. Practically everyone in the nation had seen Iron Man throw a nuke into space that would have destroyed the city of New York. No matter that it was SHIELD that launched it, that was an American nuke. That alone should turn a few more heads, and that was one act, among one of the most ambiguous heroes they were looking to turn into terrorists. Even so, he wanted to hit them first before they hit him. Stark tech was superior to the government's, but not by too much, it wouldn't be long before they found the backdoors onto every .gov site currently hosted. That wasn't how Stark was going to hit them, however. Many who still worked at Stark Industries would undoubtedly take the fall, should the evidence be launched through those servers, instead, a quiet leak to a few people he knew to time it well, to not risk or waste it, were it to be proven simple paranoia for him to send it out. Unlikely, but possible.

He didn't turn his head to see it, but he new the screen on his wrist had turned to a rather unnecessary single 'button.' He debated the course of action for some time, there wasn't much risk of backfire, or maybe there was, but by this point the damage that could actually cause would matter little and less. What made him pause was the chance of terrible success, the US people were already divided, it could make matters worse, more violent, before they got better. His resolve hardened when he remembered the alternative was a peaceful people, united behind their government of increasing hate. The image was pressed. The signal went out. The raw footage, captured from the lenses recording in his eyes, from the moment he arrived on the beach to the end of his spat with Mysitque, clear shots of the drones bombarding his home included, would now be in the hands of those he trusted, not as friends, but do play their part in this plan. With that, yet another portion of his mental capacity focused on the meeting at hand.

"New York was a death trap, Genosha was a death trap. Sure the chances aren't in our favor, but when are they ever? Even still, there are worse ways to die than as heroes, even if the world doesn't see that." Now he really was sounding like a terrorist, well, Stark had no interest in earning himself those eternal virgins, at least not for another few decades of saving the world, this time, from itself.