"...It's not a good feeling. And it's not something you can rationalize." Tony had dipped into it a few times- that sort of bone deep bitterness, that frustrated wrath. It'd been knee jerk and instinctual when he saw Happy in the hospital, when the Ten Rings kept haunting him, his work, his attempts to do better. Even in Siberia it was less about killing Barnes and more about hurting him. Pain for pain when it wasn't relevant any longer who bled the longest or was cut the deepest. It's an uncomfortable beast.

One he swallowed back as best he could. The human capacity for violence was one Tony knew well, it made for good business. That he could detach himself from that sentiment so neatly for so long was disturbing enough. He tried to remember why he shouldn't step back emotionally that far ever again. Bruce clinging to him? Reason enough.

"Well. I have a list on the wall to start." Keeping busy to keep sane. "Trying to build some creature comforts and figure out how to build a defensive wall since there are things in the woods that eat people. Right now we're in my as of yet unnamed business, I could use your help with that, in the South Village. There's a nearly identical one up north. The actual planet is...fuck if I know?"