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There's this old adage, Bargians. Secrets, secrets are no fun. Unless you are a part of one. I'd kind of like to add onto that for a minute. So, uh, bear with me.

There are a few things that yeah, they're supposed to be kept secret. No one and their aunt Martha care about your latest bowel movement or who you had a crush on in the third grade. Seriously, they don't. Unless you're loud, obnoxious, spray tan like hell every chance you have, and get into cat fights over who gets the last can of soda. Those are fine. As are the family secrets, things like divorces, fights. I'm not saying "Spill your guts, Bargites, 'cause it's just not faaaaaaair~!" Those aren't the types of secrets I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the secrets that have to do with someone else. If someone knows something about your future that, you know, might be good to know for your own peace of mind, your own well-being, then hey. What the hell are you keeping it from them for? Because I pretty much guarantee that when they find out - and they will - things will be even worse than you imagined.

And yeah, for the record? Lies of omission totally count.

[Private to Natasha]
Coulson's dead, huh? Or did Rogers leave that out of his debrief?

[Private to Arkady]
Gorgeous, I needed to be drunk yesterday.

[Private to Charles]
Give me a reason to actually keep giving a shit, Prof. Because apparently even if I work to come back to life now, I just die again later.

[Private to Steve]
So. Rogers.

Coulson's dead.

I flew a nuke into space.

Loki's a fucking supervillain.

Game over.

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I get the nuke. I don't care about the nuke. I die like, once a year. It's how I'm here.

[Breathe, Tony, there's no- oh you know what, yes. Yes there is.

There is every point in snapping at Steve right now. Every goddamn point in the world.]

How did Coulson die?

[There's a quiet sigh.]

Loki speared him through the back. [A pause.]

I never got to sign his trading cards.

Right. Because I really give a crap about his trading cards.

[He is trying so hard to reign himself in right now.

It's not really working.]

So Loki, the guy I've been talking to, killed someone we both know and you decided it was a perfectly logical thing not to tell me?

Definitely feeling the teammate love over here, Captain.

Natasha decided that, not me.

[He's bristling a little, now.]

I wanted to. Her whole thing doesn't exactly sit right with me.

Natasha- [Oh. Fucking great. Both of them have been in on this, then? Watching him run around and befriend the asshole who, apparently, killed someone he knew?

An asshole who'd gone and volunteered this information despite it meaning Tony would, potentially, be out for his head because of it? And considering he'd apparently fought all of them and knew he lost, he knew that Tony wasn't someone to be taken lightly.]

No, it's okay. She's the spy, she's worked with me more than you have. What she says goes, right? I'll be your scapegoat. Whatever.

[There's... almost something dangerous in his voice right now] I'm the asshole anyway, right? Not like I get along with people. Or make friends. Might as well take advantage of it.

Whoa there, I never said anything like that. You get along fine with people, mosta the time.

I just -- well. You're not exactly the best liar, is all. And it was a way to keep an eye on Loki. That doesn't excuse it one bit, I know, but it's what I can give you.

What you can give me, Rogers, is my arc reactor back.

[.... Yup.]

It's better off with Pepper.

...Maybe you're right.

[He rubs the back of his neck for a moment or two.]

Y'know, if you wanted to punch me, I wouldn't blame ya one bit.

I'm always right, Rogers. Comes with being a genius.

[He's just slowly moving his jaw from left to right, chewing on his tongue, grinding his teeth. A gesture born mainly of pure annoyance]

When I find a way to break your jaw yeah, I'll take that swing.

Once you get the suit back, take all the swings you want.

Your funeral.

[He's just. So done with this.]

Count me out of your team, Rogers. When I get the suit... if you need Iron Man, I better be your last fucking choice to call in. Because I do not work with people that use me as bait in some sort of psychological grudge-match.

For the record? Loki and Pepper are the only people on this damn ship who decided to tell me the truth. You've lost a pretty goddamn important ally, Captain.

[And with that, he ends the feed.]

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