"It's not a feeling, it's--ask anyone," Tony argued, because if he was trying to tell Steve he shouldn't be trusted, it couldn't hinge on trusting his perspective. "Jon can barely look at me anymore, everything I do is another fight, it's like I can't help myself. I think I'm doing the right thing, and I'm so sure that I ignore everyone begging me to stop, and then I'm the only one surprised when we come back and there's a whole new AI system controlling the ship that the Agrii hate. That a volcano just about levels the city. That the moon has a face now and it screams at us." Every one of those, Tony's fault, and if Steve didn't catch on, he waved a hand up his chest, one and only. No one else had a more impressive resume.

"The kind of people that get mad enough at you to put on a mask and knock on your door for a fight, they're Nazis. You're a threat to the worst impulses of society. The kind of people I'm a threat to, it's my girlfriends. People who work for me. People who's kids I killed for a couple of dollars from the other side of the planet."