He hadn't waited once Steve told him what the Task Force was planning. "Surveillance?" Tony scoffed. "Look, Cap, whatever top of the line market stuff they're working with, it can't compete with our tech."

"They're using Stark Tech, Tony," Steve pointed out, but Tony waved him off. "Yeah, commercial Stark Tech. Better than most other organizations, but not better than what we've got."

Steve had shrugged at him. "What do you want to do, send them a care package?"

"I'll do one better," Tony had promised, which is how he's now found himself strolling off the landing pad on the roof of the Task Force Berlin headquarters, suitcase in hand as his suit retracts and as he ignores the questions from the security officers who'd been sent to greet him. "I'm here to prep a member of my team for a joint mission," he tells them, without breaking stride. "Just tell me where I can find Barnes and I'll be out of your hair."

He sips at the coffee he'd stopped to get and makes his way inside as one of the men mutters something into an earpiece and then offers to show him the way.

Finding the office, where Barnes is working on...who knows what, he leans on the doorframe and knocks with the knuckles of the hand holding his coffee. "Hey, got a minute?"