"Here's the thing." Bucky uncrosses his arms. "You and I both know Tony has no intentions of seeing you in the next, what, ninety minutes? At the soonest. And he'll go over to your place, instead of coming here, and you're not home he'll just call you. Long before he thinks to check your office. Which means, reasonably, we have two hours to play."

He gestures towards the door with his chin. "Or you could call him. I have your phone." Plucking it out of his pocket and flipping it in the air. "But will he answer? Ehhhn. Seems dubious to me. So my suggestion is we shut the door."