Steve takes this opportunity to appease Stanley by scratching his ears some more. Okay, so Tony's not invited to this little soiree. "That's what I thought about him too," Steve replies, kind of amused because he's talking to a cat, kind of because he's relating to a cat. "You'll see. He's pretty nice when you don't tear up his furniture."

He pauses from the petting to give that some thought. "Well, sometimes."

Steve thinks Stanley probably weighs half a ton, and although he can carry that, he's never tried, and he doesn't know that he can.

He moves onto playing with the scruff of Stanley's neck, partly to get a good full-body petting going on, partly to see if bigger cats operate like smaller cats. Who knows when placating him might be a good idea? His body's built for strength, not speed. If they need to catch him, subdue him, just to calm him down, they might be able to do it.