Shocking Tony with that accusation effectively managed to stop him from cringing, his anxiously tight hold around the Iron Man's gloves going slack like his hands might dart away instead as he had to shift his resentment away from such an embarrassing admission. He had worse things to feel guilty about. "What?" he asked, baffled and worried. "I'm not...How could you be worse?" was not exactly the question he meant to ask, but had to figure that out first before he understood how he could have been acting like it. "I'm surprised every time I see you, it's like I can't remember what you look like, or I can't hold how much there is of you in my head, and that person I met, upstairs, that I already thought was explosive and fascinating, that was just version one-point-oh, so I'm having a hard time understanding--I lied to you, even then. I told you I would be getting us out of here, and that's ancient history now, so, if that's the person you think you need--that's why I can't go in there. I'm trying, I am."