"So is you dying. Or almost dying," Tony shot right back. "I'm tired of having your blood all over me. If you weren't a super soldier I would get really worried about all of the STDs I've probably contracted." He did like Bucky again once more for good measure, however before he set aside the cane between himself and Banner. Out of all of them, Tony looked like he had seen better days.

So far, Loki hadn't shown herself again. This worried Tony. He was pretty sure that he knew how the myths went. When you went to the land of the dead to send a soul back to life, you had to give something up.

Tony more or less liked Bucky. Sometimes more. Sometimes less. But was he worth anything Loki had to spend?

Chances were that the answer was no.

He was distracted. His eyes kept moving towards the door. He expected Loki back each passing moment but she never came. It made the worry increase. He had to stop caring about people. They always disappointed him.