One wall was all glass, looking out over the Manhattan skyline. The other walls were mostly screens, some showing news feeds, some security footage, and one, inexplicably, a loop of a cat falling off a roomba.

A few people were already in the room. Natasha Romanov was perched on the arm of a couch, a tablet in her hand. Sam Wilson was at the kitchenette, rummaging through the fridge. And Tony Stark was halfway inside a wall panel, muttering to himself.