First one up the stairs to Tony's plane, Natasha said, "I hope you brought something better than Smirnoff this time."
"Much better," Tony promised. "There's a White Russian in there that'll have you speaking in tongues in ten seconds."
Nat gave a slight sneer and passed into the plane.
Sam, behind her, gave Stark a high-five. "Not so much into vodka. How about a beer?"
"Only about forty brands," Tony said, straight-faced.
Sam snorted. "I'll deal."
Next up, Steve. He gripped Tony's hand, hard. "Thanks, man."
Tony shrugged. "Hey, having Captain America in my debt, nothing wrong with that picture."