Tony glanced down at his loose fitting red jumpsuit. It didn't matter what the color was, it was still a prisoner uniform as far as he was concerned. Though, the fact that Steve implied he'd started out in red was interesting. He had hardly expected for him to play along with this whole headtrip.

"R&D, Bot Processing," Tony said, though he didn't really know what that meant. Other than the fact that they seemed to know he had an affinity for robotics. If they wanted to put him in a warehouse surrounded by robotics though, he wasn't going to complain. People really needed to stop taking him prisoner and then giving him the tools for escape. Before he could say so, though, Steve went on and Tony's expression darkened even further.

Opening fire on a parade? What exactly had been the point behind something like that? And naming a terrorist group Death Leopard? Really?

"I'll see what I can dig up. I've just got to find a terminal I can borrow for a while." He looked at Steve. "All things considering, you seem to be holding up okay."