He shrugged his shoulders, willing to tolerate the others for Steve's sake, since he knew it was not in anyone's best interest to monopolize Steve from the others. Besides, he could always sneak off pretending to go to the bathroom and run off before JARVIS could hopefully report him gone out a window. "I can handle it," he said neutrally, not about to commit himself to a good time when there might not be one to be had. At least there would be food.

"You said you'd cook, so let's go and you can cook," he added and pushed out of his corner of the room and force Steve to leave to do what was originally promised. He'd tolerate the Avengers and hopefully not knife any of them, though he never made promises about Tony.