“The Big Bad might have cleared half of the room, Cap, but the last time I looked, the glass was still half full.” He’s mixing metaphors here, but seeing something really get to Steve is like seeing his mother crry. It isn’t familiar, he doesn’t consider the blond a sibling after all, but the way it hits him is still a gut punch. Tony doesn’t like it, not the feeling, not the cause of the feeling, and not that Steve is capable of generating that response out of him in the first place. “I’m also a little pissed off that you think you’re standing in an empty room with me right here in front of you.”
He’s deflecting. Tony is well aware of what Steve is saying, but he’s making light of it anyway. Tony Stark can’t be himself unless he’s painfully subversive at all times. Especially at Steve’s expense.
“If this works and I can do what we all know I’m capable of doing,” hurk, “then I’ll get them back for you.”
As much as he’d like to think that they had time for Steve to ugly cry into his gloves for an hour or so, Tony is as restless as the soldier had been in the quinjet. He doesn’t want to hang around on the landing deck of a crazy floating prison for much longer. And he isn’t planning on sharing what Wanda pulled out of his head, either, even if his big fat mouth opens up as he steps back into his armor.
“Anyway, I win on the shitty visions. Finding yourself in an empty room is a lot better than watching you die.” Steve has a way of pulling things out of him. Like how Tony, always antagonistic and at the other end of the moral rope from Steve, decided to tell the blond in a moment of self-pity that he thought he was his friend. Isn’t that always the way with Tony, though? He latches on, claws into people, and decides for them if they’re friends…or even more. Banner and Potts know that first hand. “And you’re still alive, Rogers, which pretty much goes to show you that what she made us see wasn’t real.”
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He’s deflecting. Tony is well aware of what Steve is saying, but he’s making light of it anyway. Tony Stark can’t be himself unless he’s painfully subversive at all times. Especially at Steve’s expense.
“If this works and I can do what we all know I’m capable of doing,” hurk, “then I’ll get them back for you.”
As much as he’d like to think that they had time for Steve to ugly cry into his gloves for an hour or so, Tony is as restless as the soldier had been in the quinjet. He doesn’t want to hang around on the landing deck of a crazy floating prison for much longer. And he isn’t planning on sharing what Wanda pulled out of his head, either, even if his big fat mouth opens up as he steps back into his armor.
“Anyway, I win on the shitty visions. Finding yourself in an empty room is a lot better than watching you die.” Steve has a way of pulling things out of him. Like how Tony, always antagonistic and at the other end of the moral rope from Steve, decided to tell the blond in a moment of self-pity that he thought he was his friend. Isn’t that always the way with Tony, though? He latches on, claws into people, and decides for them if they’re friends…or even more. Banner and Potts know that first hand. “And you’re still alive, Rogers, which pretty much goes to show you that what she made us see wasn’t real.”