The look is obvious and- Bruce hadn't been there. Bruce had fucked off to space and he didn't resent him for it as much as he actually might. His expression didn't close off so much as he leaned back, out of Bruce's space. A reminder to himself not to depend too much on any one person. To expect anything other than derision. Relief made a man forget that shit, apparently.

"...Hate takes effort." And that's energy Tony decided a long time ago he wasn't going to waste on Rogers. "I don't care anymore. There's a difference."

Getting to that meant getting past Germany, so. "We fight. I didn't want it to be a fight- but we fight. Rogers drops a damn freight car on Peter, Romanoff decides to let them walk away to minimize damage when they finally get to a parked quinjet- Maximoff drops half a parking garage on me, Lang risks tearing himself in half to become a fifty foot giant that we have to knock down which distracts us long enough for Barnes and Rogers to bail. Rhodey and I give chase and- Sam tries to dogfight us. In the suits. The wings can't catch up, I'm not worried, Rhodey shouldn't have been worried but he put a call down to Vision to make Sam a glider. Bring him down gently. Wilson evades because it's reflex and instinct- and the mind stone shorts out Rhodey's arc reactor."

His voice went cold and clipped, flattening out. Hiding his upset that the thing he built to protect one of the most important people in his life? Failed.

"...We both dive to try to catch him. Neither of us make it."