"So. Barnes and I are...alright. Clint seems to be over it, he's said his peace. Maximoff I'm avoiding for the most part because she doesn't know what all's coming and she doesn't want to know. Live and let live, whatever. Romanoff I can't get a read on and frankly? I don't know if I want to." Triple Double Agent bullshit was one thing, he could deal with that. He could handle her letting them by, the call she made in the middle of the fight, the choice she made to bring in T'Challa-

But those parting words? A little damning. If that is all she ever saw or thought when she looked at him, if that was the only thing that she understood from the time they lived and fought and worked together? He didn't feel a need to let her in again. Giving everyone except Bruce a chance to slink in close had been a mistake. They didn't have much in common other than save the world and maybe he'd been a little desperate to be a part of something good, something worthwhile and lasting.

Didn't matter. It wasn't enough. Nothing was going to be enough.

"Probably would've ended with me telling Ross to go fuck himself, political fallout or no." He huffed, scrubbing at his face. "Yeah, well. That's what I do, isn't it? Pick up after everyone, make reparations, smooth things over. It's not like I already have two full time jobs or anything. The split was- messy but probably a long time coming. You had it right at the beginning. We were a time bomb."