Steve Rogers was pushing it. Tony wasn’t the sort of person to give into heckling but he’d been out of the game for a long time now. He fell out of practice. And the fact that this kid was pushing a guilt he’d always had was getting to be a little more than he could handle.

“Displays of force keep us safe. Keep people like Barnes safe. Our enemies have this technology. They have bombs that can wipe us all out. You’re too naive, kid, if you think that stopping to run in the arms race will make the whole thing stop. It won’t. Now stop being a little shit with a chip on his shoulder. This guy here laid down his safety in service for this country. All you do is spout half baked facts that won’t do a god damned—“ Tony’s heart monitor started to beep furiously, sweat pouring down his face, and he leaned over Bucky, bracing himself on the bed rail.