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[Damn you, Watson. You precious snowflake.]

Well, we all did. That wasn't my point.

I wasn't telling you I'd lost people or vying for sympathy. I brought it up because I was on the other side. I saw what good people can do in the name of someone they care about. Whether it was intentional or not, you ended up hurt.

There are consequences for that. That is what I know. And despite what you think, you're not friendless here. Can we make this better? Because we have to.

No, you're trying for, whatever reason, to convince me that you're some kind of villain that I've got to watch out for. I don't get what you want from me, Mr. Stark. You say 'trust me,' then you say 'no, hold on, don't trust me.'

You say you want to make it better, but you seem to be trying to convince me that I should be mad at you.

I don't want to cause a fuss or a fight. It's why I'm going to try to avoid telling people what actually happened. And I know I have friends here. They're just not as numerous or dangerous as you might imagine. And one of them's dead at the moment.

What you can do to make it better is to not put all of this on yourself. I don't want you to break while you're worrying after everyone else's problems, Mr. Stark.

[So saith John Watson, the master of not doing exactly this.]

To be fair, I think you should watch out for everyone. More so your friends than us, but everyone in general. But trust is good, too. Trust, but verify.

[Right out of the business handbook there.]

I'm not asking you to be mad at me. [Why do people assume he wants that?]

I'm worried about my friend. You're really going to tell me not to worry about what might happen to him?

Thank you, though. I just needed to hear from you personally. I can't tell you I won't look after them, because their problems are on me too, but that's only because I care about them. You do a lot for people you care about.

I'll see if there's something I can do for your injuries. Find something.

[The warning to watch out for his friends more makes John's eyes narrow in irritation, but he doesn't respond to that.]

I'm going to tell you that you're acting like I was at you. Except I'm telling you I'm going to actively avoid calling a witch hunt down on Sergeant Barnes. He doesn't need it or deserve it, especially when he's going to punish himself far better than anyone else could.

Be more concerned about his injuries. I have something I can use as a cane. I'll get by. He'll need extra bandages to change his dressings and plenty of antiseptic and/or soap. You'll also need to make sure he's taking pain medication. He has a bottle of Vicodin that he picked up from the pharmacy. I don't like narcotics here with how this place is, but in this case, they'll be a good option.

I told Ms. Romanov that extra clothes would help, as well. His shoulder is going to need to be kept warm, protected, and clean to prevent frostbite and gangrene setting in again.

No, I'm not, because I'm just saying to be careful. General sweeping warning. It applies to food you eat in the wilderness. I trust you.

I'm not going to retaliate or do anything unless we're provoked, so this isn't anything more than a single voice of concern that you can take or leave. It makes me feel better.

I can be concerned about both of you. We'll take care of Barnes. Thank you, by the way. You really didn't need to help him. I'm glad you did.

How bad is it?

[He's leaving it, Tony. Go away.]

I'm going to have to remove his metal arm and a good portion of the tissue that was attached to it. I don't know how bad it is underneath.

[You're only getting Bucky's injury report. He's the one who's youre friend, after all. You're welcome.]

You're a stubborn brat.

I used to live with a man who would rather wear a bed sheet to Buckingham Palace rather than listen to a palace guard who was sent to fetch him for a case and told him to put his pants on. I'm nothing, Mr. Stark.

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You're a man that learned stubborn tricks from someone that refused to put on pants at Buckingham Palace. So you're a brat and a half.

I'm also a little brother. That's probably got something to do with it.

Are you? I wish I had siblings.

Not like my sister, you don't.

I'd like a sister. I've always wondered what it would be like to have a family like that. I'm sure she's lovely.

[Harry is many things. 'Lovely' is not one of them.]

She's very enthusiastic about things.

[Like the drink. Tony hasn't crossed the bar for trust to get that out of John, yet.]

Well, enthusiasm can be a good thing.

[He knows it can also mean a zealot or worse, but he won't suggest anything like that.]

I just... think it would be nice to be close to someone. To have grown up with another person around.

The grass is always greener...

It's good you have your team now.

That's true. I'm sure it's different when you actually live it. It's just a silly thought I have now and then.

[He smiles, but doesn't answer that. The team he used to have would be nice.]

I'm glad you're safe.

[Safe is a relative term here, Tony.]

Safe as houses. Good evening, Mr. Stark. I think the Vicodin I took is kicking in. It's getting harder to type.

[It sounds better than "I'm glad you weren't murdered."]

Good night, doctor. Please take care of yourself.

[And far more pithy.]

And you as well, sir.

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