Phil smirked a little. "Have you tried just saying your hungry or asking him to make something?" he asked. "you might not realize if but Steve likes to take care of people." he admitted. "cooking food for you would probobly make him happy." he admitted. "They didn't come back, because you didn't invite them." Phil stated. "they didn't want to intrude. they're freekily polite like that." he admitted with a snort. "Did they have rooms before Tony? or just rooms that you gave them?" he asked, his head tilted. "there's a difference you know." he admitted with a smile. "make rooms tailored to them, not how you think they should be. give Steve a personal gym, some art supplies and a lot of books and he'll be very content. throw in a super snuggly bed and armchair and he'll never want to leave. Clint, for example, loves to watch TV and play video games. give him a huge TV a couple of consoles and i'll give you a list of Games. throw in a snack bar, a couch and several chairs so he can invite people in for games and he's happy. toss in Netflix and he's even happier." he admitted. "Clint loves being with other people, so set up a communal area too, maybe suggest a movie night or games night, Steve would enjoy a games night." Phil suggested. "it might help James too." he admitted. "and i know Fitz could do with some proper socialization."
"Had Ultron been the psychopath in the computers he was when he had a body i'm pretty sure you would have humanly euthanized him." Phil admitted, shaking his head. "as it is, the first thing Ultron did was murder Jarvis." he admitted. "so that you would never realize he was doing anything. and yes, really." Phil admitted. "turns out, Loki wasn't entirly in control of his own actions during the invasion. it's why he gave up so easily. he's residing in what amounts to an insane asylum for dangerous people. Asgardian Version. he's getting the help he needs, which is, apparently, a lot. Sif reported that Loki has a previously undiscovered psychological disorder, not to mention finding out you where adopted, discovering you where the equivalent of the boogeyman and your entire life was a lie probobly didn't help anything." Phil admitted, shaking his head. "and of course the whole mind taken over and falling into a gaping abyss. mans a complete wreck. for a while there he couldn't even string two words together, or so i've heard."
"well. okay, your right. Clint wouldn't argue a single night, but can you really see Steve Rogers being okay with me ordering Clint to kneel and worship my balls with his tongue?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. "or be okay with me smacking the shit out of him while calling him 'good pet'? i don't think that would go over too well. especially not if i use the bondage and the blindfold." he admitted before sighing, relaxing. "thank god. those where the worst i could think of." he admitted. "i thought it had to be really bad if you where keeping it a secrete instead of playing it off like you usually do... you promise your going to be okay? i worry about you Tony. your like the Son i never got to have." between being gay and bing sterile because of... certain experiments done on him when he was a child, Phil would never have progeny of his own. though he was totally starting to slightly hint at adoption to Clint.