Tony throws up his hands and stalks to the edge of the room, snaking a sample-sized airplane package of peanut out of his pocket as he does. "Then you need to make sure I can talk to His Highness," he says, pointing the packet at Steve before ripping it open and tossing a few peanuts into his mouth.

"And in the meantime, we better hope the Secretary believes the Deputy Commander – seriously, can we come up with some nicknames for them, or something? – about your role on the mission."