Our side. Most of the time. The words sounded casual enough but they still cut deep, sliced in between metal plating to burn against nerves that shouldn't exist. As much as he hated it, the Soldier was still HYDRA's tool; that someone else held the leash couldn't change that fact.

He sighed and forced his shoulders to relax, already tiring of the conversation. Interacting with other people remained difficult. And he most definitely didn't want to talk about what had happened to him thanks to Beck. "What do you really want, Tony?"