"So, just to circle back." The boardroom speak wasn't entirely necessary, but it always rankled Steve Rodgers, so what harm was it really.

"Tony..."

"A Shi'ar representative has shown up demanding action, probably wants to enact their own will, we have Krakoan gates popping up, Mutants probably wanting to declare their own jurisdiction." Stark's suit whirred as he brought a drink up to his lips, slurping down a gulp of the pleasing enough aloe water in much the way he would once chain margaritas even in the middle of the day.

"Tony..."

"American sovereignty really isn't what it used to be." That rustled a few feathers of the various alphabet agents milling around the place, particularly when it only earned a slightly condemning look from Captain America himself. If the shining beacon couldn't offer much in protest, then what was their really more to say?

"If you hadn't been paying attention, we've given them plenty reason to keep their justice in house over the years, and our alliance is important." Steve Rodgers eventually sighed, studying his old friend, often rival, wearily as the armour clad man took another sip from his drink, his psy-blocking shades mirroring Rodgers' sparkling blues back at him.

"I'm always paying attention. Small island nation. Weapons of mass destruction, an imported drug problem...sounds like you need a Kennedy to fumble this mess just enough to fix it." Stark always found himself too amusing, that was a vice even he'd admit to, waving one armoured finger through the air as he demonstrated, as ever, the cyclical nature of international relations.

"Russian Nukes in Cuba and mutant kids learning to control their powers are not the same."

"Maybe not, but you end up just as dead. I'm going to speak with them." As Stark turned away from Rodgers, the usual smooth clank of metal heralded the mask of the Iron Man suit folding over his features, the eye slots blazing blue as the HUD activated.

"We, ah, would really rather you didn't do that, Mr Stark." Someone in a suit tried to intervene in his motion, which earned them a reaction that was pure Stark dismissal.

"Yeah and I'd really rather not fund half your budget, but here we are." Without another word, the boots on his suit fired, launching Stark into the air as he hovered to survey the increasingly sprawling complex, hunting for those who he wished to speak with. That was, until the shockwave of psychic energy rushed over the camp, and half of them winked out of existence.

"Alright...Find me the 'next' person I want to speak to." He exhaled, before speaking to his onboard suit AI, as ever, missing the old tones of JARVIS as the suit began to scan for anyone remaining.