Yeah, well, guess you don't have to worry about bone density. [His tone is deadpan, classic Tony Stark. As if he's just sarcastically offering a comment to someone who isn't the man who murdered his parents.
(Barnes isn't the man who murdered his parents. He has to keep telling himself that. There's emotion in his eyes, a real living person. Tony's fought the Soldier, seen the difference between the two. It's just hard to accept sometimes.)
Tony sits down in the chair at the head of the table. It gives him an illusion of control, and lord knows he needs some right about now. He manages to keep from having a white-knuckled grip on the arms, folding his hands in his lap instead.]
You want my help?
[Eyebrows arch behind the glasses. Tony had imagined he might be here for some kind of amnesty deal, for himself, or for the rest of the team, hiding in Wakanda. He's not sure he could make that happen - but he's not sure what else he could have to offer him, either.]
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(Barnes isn't the man who murdered his parents. He has to keep telling himself that. There's emotion in his eyes, a real living person. Tony's fought the Soldier, seen the difference between the two. It's just hard to accept sometimes.)
Tony sits down in the chair at the head of the table. It gives him an illusion of control, and lord knows he needs some right about now. He manages to keep from having a white-knuckled grip on the arms, folding his hands in his lap instead.]
You want my help?
[Eyebrows arch behind the glasses. Tony had imagined he might be here for some kind of amnesty deal, for himself, or for the rest of the team, hiding in Wakanda. He's not sure he could make that happen - but he's not sure what else he could have to offer him, either.]
What do you want?