Frustration boiled underneath his skin, a familiarity when dealing with Tony in any way but not any less grating to his currently fragile nerves. He just wanted to complete the mission and go home, away from all the questions and any prying eyes. No one just pretended to accept his comments anymore and he never knew how to handle it. "You just want to stay like that because you're finally bigger than me," Steve remarked, leaning against one of the nearby crates.

Did Tony really want to try and stop him? Thor? All of this would give even him a headache soon. "Sure, great plan and how does that account for why it is influencing you?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "I'd love to hear how your plan is better than mine. Really."

Not letting him. Honestly, what the hell.