This Is War

"Who gave Salomon the authority to decide humanity's stance toward aliens on its behalf? Hadn't he considered that this would drive potential allies into the enemy camp? Did he have no strategic vision at all? Didn't he understand that this would create countless enemies for the entire Human Race?" Stark set down his glass and licked his lips. He hated the blinding LED lights overhead. They never went out, and he guessed they ran on an independent power system. With nothing else to do, he could only sit here and let his thoughts wander. "This liquor's not bad. Is it part of your collection? Give me some more ice... Think about Asgard. They're our allies. Why can't we build the same kind of relationship with Alien Races that we have with Asgard? Cassilius, you can't keep letting Salomon run wild. He needs to be reined in, or sooner or later he'll bring an enemy Earth can't withstand down upon us."

"Asgard was not humanity's ally from the beginning." Cassilius calmly took a sip of the brandy in his glass. He greatly enjoyed Salomon's collection of hard liquor, because his taste in spirits was exactly the same as Salomon's. It was hard to say that this had nothing to do with him taking the young Salomon to the No-Door Bar. He extended a finger, and two small ice cubes dropped into Stark's glass through the tempered glass. "You should be grateful that you don't have to pay taxes to Asgard, Tony Stark. I believe Salomon has already told you that. So how can you be childish enough to think Alien Races must be so friendly?"

"I know that story. I'm saying this because we have the ability to fight aliens."

"A Chitauri pirate vanguard nearly wiped all of you out. That