"World peace." It came fast, no hesitation; a pageant answer that no one reasonable would take seriously, and Tony's wry grin as he tipped his head toward the Soldier again shaped it like a euphemism. He waited just long enough that an interviewer would have filled the space with a polite laugh, the tap of his fingers counting the familiar beats, then continued more seriously before the Soldier could disappear into the woods for another eight months without hearing him out. "A reaction. Even if it's just a small one. Something to get us more information, so we know what we're dealing with, and we're that much closer to ripping its heart out. I'm going to look--for something of theirs, for something that they care about, so I know it when I see it again." The Soldier already knew what that looked like, though. Tony watched him then, with a measure drag of his lip between his teeth, searching for any sign that this wasn't a game that would work, either. All at once, light and wicked again, "Why, what do you want?"