[ The car doors close like wings, and Tony pulls out into the street, the air still warm from the day even as the sun is set to sink out over the ocean. Responsibly, his eyes are on the road, but there is a tension to it. ]

Me? [ he asks. Me??? ] I haven't checked my pulse in the last five minutes but I got a war criminal riding shotgun, that's gotta do something to your blood pressure. [ Now a glance, and then hand-over-hand as he switches lanes. ] Nice cap, Cap.

[ How are they not already in jail. ]

What're you drinking these days.