Yeah, great. Tony is absolutely certain, now, that he did the wrong thing. He should have manned up and just let the Soldier kill him back in New York. Now, he had not only killed at least a hundred of his employees, but he probably was going to get the Resistance found out too.

"They're not as dumb as you think," Tony said, dangling like a kitten from his mother's teeth. His toes drug in the sand as he sought purchase and to face his attacker. He wanted to see it coming, perversely. "Your bestie told them all about you and now they're pretty sure he's a plant. I'm pretty sure he's a plant too, but he just doesn't know it. You're not helping to prove anyone wrong either."

That felt like he was throwing Steve under the bus, but he was sure that Steve could lift and throw that bus off of him anyway, so whatever.

"How did you even get here? Did you bring your little friends? I really don't want to deal with a public hanging right now, okay? I'm too good looking."