Tony doesn’t have time to explain the myriad of theories that are most likely in time travel scenarios because he’s not at all that kind of nerd and, Jesus Christ, he truly would be talking out of his ass. He’s not a theorist by nature. He’s not prepared to offer the finer points of string theory, nor would he want to. Banner’s the guy who specialized in theoretical physics and even he can’t help but get his hands nice and dirty whenever the chance happens to arise.
He’s quiet for a moment, letting Steve have his say with minimal eye rolling. The guy has never been short on passion and this time doesn’t prove an exception to the rule. The cursing is different though. Evidently growing some balls to express yourself verbally comes along with the lumberjack beard and the hair dye. Tony finds himself painfully attracted to holding eye contact at the moment, and with FRIDAY piloting them away from the site, he has no pressing reason to look elsewhere.
“Yeah. Yeah you really did fuck up. You should have been there with me, you should have forced your self-righteousness onto me. Those Accords— They should have been better. And I need you there to make sure I didn’t sign away the rights of everyone we knew. The Accords are the right way to go. But they’re flawed. And I get that. But Jesus, Rogers, you left. You were always just leaving.”
He’s tired and he’s heart sore and his head isn’t in the right place at all here. He’s saying too much and not explaining enough.
He hadn’t wanted to do this— But that’s a really shitty defense. “I could have helped you find him,” he blurts out stupidly. “You know that, right? If you asked, if you told me...?”
But that’s not fair. They hadn’t been friends. They barely knew each other. They barely liked each other, and it’s not like Tony ever asked for help on his end either. But the engineer has a way of forgetting the anti-arguments. If it doesn’t prove his case, it means nothing to him.
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He’s quiet for a moment, letting Steve have his say with minimal eye rolling. The guy has never been short on passion and this time doesn’t prove an exception to the rule. The cursing is different though. Evidently growing some balls to express yourself verbally comes along with the lumberjack beard and the hair dye. Tony finds himself painfully attracted to holding eye contact at the moment, and with FRIDAY piloting them away from the site, he has no pressing reason to look elsewhere.
“Yeah. Yeah you really did fuck up. You should have been there with me, you should have forced your self-righteousness onto me. Those Accords— They should have been better. And I need you there to make sure I didn’t sign away the rights of everyone we knew. The Accords are the right way to go. But they’re flawed. And I get that. But Jesus, Rogers, you left. You were always just leaving.”
He’s tired and he’s heart sore and his head isn’t in the right place at all here. He’s saying too much and not explaining enough.
He hadn’t wanted to do this— But that’s a really shitty defense. “I could have helped you find him,” he blurts out stupidly. “You know that, right? If you asked, if you told me...?”
But that’s not fair. They hadn’t been friends. They barely knew each other. They barely liked each other, and it’s not like Tony ever asked for help on his end either. But the engineer has a way of forgetting the anti-arguments. If it doesn’t prove his case, it means nothing to him.