Isn't that the why we fight, so we can end the fight-

Be done. Go home. Have a home and enjoy the safety they've earned by putting in the work. Build something more for themselves than the conflict. At ease, soldier, the war's over. There's a whole new generation to step up if they survive what comes after.

They might. They might not. Tony's still making peace with that.

"I'm going to have to deal with that. Apparently my survival was fucking vital or something." Worth giving up the stone for. He hates being a pawn, hates flying blind but that's all they've got. "But...alright. You'll get your Buckshot. And anything else I can make that'll help us keep this place safe. I'm also making you a sling for that arm, I don't care how light vibranium is, you're not juiced up anymore."