This eyepatch guy was really wearing on Tony’s patience. “I told you, I don’t wanna join your super-secret boy band.” Tony muttered, his head in his metal-laden hand. That hangover was still grating on all of his nerves. “No, no see…I remember you do everything yourself.” Fury chuckled. Tony rolled his eyes. “How’s that workin’ out for you?” Smirking, Fury took a sip of coffee. Tony lifted his own coffee to his lips, too hungover or uninterested to give Fury a snarky response. “It’s- it’s…” Tony stuttered. He was about to give Fury a witty comment but was cut short by footsteps. Anon approached in their S.H.I.E.L.D uniform. Tony did a double take. “You’re- uh…f-fired.” He mumbled. “Tony. I want you to meet Agent Anon.” Fury spoke, allowing Anon to sit down.