The very straightforward reminder had Tony gritting his teeth and tucking his chin down with a tiny nod of acknowledgement that he was dealing with a man not so far along in his independent development as Bucky Barnes, and maybe a lot closer to the man that killed his parents. Had this version also done that? Tough call, and tougher to ask. Tony only had the useless cigarette to keep his anxious hands busy, and it could only be carried over his fingers so many times before it started to go limp and shred.

"I am also incredibly sweet and a shameful indulgence," he pointed out, tipping his head back against the wall with decisive commitment to shoot the Soldier an inviting smirk that hardly looked sweet. "Thanks, though, for having less faith in me than you do HYDRA, that means a lot, I'll keep that one close to the heart."