Accepting the Tasks, Going Back to the Apartment

"Alright," Stark smirked, his crimson aura flickering faintly around him, "I'll do it."

The room, tense just moments before, lightened up immediately. 

The commanders' faces lit with cautious hope, their shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. It was as if a weight had been lifted, even if temporarily.

"But," Stark raised a single finger, his expression turning sly, "In exchange for completing a mission, I want one request granted to me for every mission I complete. It won't be much, I promise."

The commanders paused, exchanging glances. 

Three missions, three requests. It was bold of him, but considering the circumstances, they didn't have much of a choice.

"Deal," Oliver said without hesitation, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

 He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. "Tell us the first one."