Tony's face turned the particular funny color of thinly masked jealousy because there was shit he wasn't over, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. He still wasn't sure exactly what the hell Bucky was to Steve, except that he was more than Tony. And Tony still wasn't sure what his own feelings were, either, except that they were too strong, and too much, all around. Sometimes, he wished he could be anyone but himself, for just fifteen minutes.

"You know what, I might as well clear this up, because with my luck, Bucky's going to show up next week. They were -- I don't know. Very close during the war, maybe in a way I don't understand, because I'm not a soldier. But this was before my time. But Barnes was injured, and taken by HYDRA. They brainwashed him, turned him into an operative. Then threw him on ice for years. But the programming is still active. We don't have anything that could remove it."

Which was, maybe, not entirely true. There was the BARF, and it had promise, but the sonofabitch had killed his mom.