"It would also annoy the Director," Maeve said. "But I'm thinking that should wait until the Coulson videos have died down."

"Probably a good idea," Tony admitted. He grinned. "So I will probably ignore it entirely. I have a habit of doing that."

"I've noticed," Maeve said. "But if you annoy the Director with it now, just as they're finding the Coulson videos, they'll probably put two and two together to get Stark."

"They're going to blame me eventually anyway," Tony pointed out. "I'm the only that has access to the cameras like this, let alone the only one willing to actually make videos of Coulson and willing to risk his wrath in the making." He grinned.

"This is true," Maeve admitted. "I guess, as long as you're sure you can withstand the combined displeasure of both the Director and SHIELD's top agent..."

"Fury's always pissed at me," Tony pointed out with a snort. "And Coulson is rarely happy with me."

"Coulson doesn't know what to do with you," Maeve corrected. "And the Director is usually pissed off at someone." She stretched a bit. "I guess we'll see what happens."

Tony grinned. "We shall indeed," he agreed idly. "Oh, hey, I'm taking Metagross out later, training and so he can stretch out some, I was thinking of borrowing a Quinjet, wanna come? Should be fun."

"Borrowing a Quinjet or commandeering a Quinjet?" Maeve asked, looking at him. "Big difference there." Not that it really mattered; she would likely go anyways.

"Either one, there's usually one parked on the roof anyway," Tony pointed out. "If it's Clint's, I'm borrowing it. If it's anyone else's, commandeering, but really, I helped design those anyway."

"Where are we going?" Maeve asked curiously. Hey, she could technically write it off as 'work' since she was still technically babysitting Tony.

"I was thinking Malibu. Metagross always likes Malibu, and I know Steve has never been. Could be fun." Tony grinned.

"Malibu? That's on the other end of the country," Maeve said. She paused for a moment. "I've never been out there before."

"Done, we're going." Tony grinned. "With the Quinjet, we can be there in three hours. I'll have someone pick us up and early lunch for when we get there." Tony got up, tapping swiftly into his phone before pocketing it. "I'll go gather up Steve. Think I should invite Julie?"

"You can't invite one babysitter and ditch the other," Maeve pointed out. "Jules would love going to Malibu, anyways."

Tony nodded. "Alright, I'll text Cap and let him know." He used one hand to tap out the text.

"I'll tell Julie," Maeve said, taking out her personal phone. Pack your bags, she sent to her friend. We've been invited to Malibu by Tony.

Sweet, Julie texted back with a grin. How much do I need to pack and when are we going?

"How long are we going to be in Malibu?" Maeve asked Tony. "And Julie and I need a chance to pack a bag, so we can't leave right this minute."

"We can stay overnight, it should be nice. I've got guest rooms you can use," Tony said with a shrug. "So we'll come back tomorrow." He relayed that information to Steve too. Since he didn't feel like doing the six or seven hours flying the Quinjet it would take to get there and back in the same day.

Maeve nodded and relayed the information to Julie.

"Should be fun," she said, grinning.

Tony grinned briefly. "Go pack and I'll keep working. I want to leave in an hour, if not earlier."

"Alright," Maeve said. "An hour should be fine." She left the room, heading to find Julie.

Julie ran into her a few floors up and she grinned.

"Going to pack too?" she asked. "Or go shove enough stuff into a bag for overnight, anyway."

"Pretty much," Maeve said, nodding. "We've got an hour to pack and be ready to leave."