There's a pregnant silence, and then Tony Stark groans and pushes himself into the back of the chair he's sitting in until he's almost horizontal.

"Come on," he says. "That's what you're leading with? Okay, look – "

He sits up and looks around the room, lifting his hand. "Raise your hand if you knew Cap was never going to change his mind about the Accords."

After a second, Natasha shrugs and lifts her hand; Tony stares at Sam, who rolls his eyes and flicks a few fingers up. "There's that enthusiasm," Tony says, witheringly, and turns back to Steve. "So can we table that? Huh? Because it's going to be a longer discussion than five minutes over a semi-stale pastry, and we have more immediate things to talk about, like: when is Natasha going to get to interrogate Zemo? Can we negotiate time for the Avengers in that, or will it have to be jointly, with the Task Force? Hm?"

He glances between them all again. "Or how about this one: how are we going to keep the Manchurian Candidate over there out of custody?"