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You sure like that kid

"I think I should talk with him alone, Buck," Steve said. "You alright to stay out here?"

"Oh, right, yeah of course," I said, glancing hesitantly over my shoulder. To be honest I was so lost in thought I didn't realize Steve was going to talk to Peter now.

"He is definitely gonna kill me," I whispered, not entirely sure if I was joking or not.

"No, he won't. Just go find your room, grab something to eat, take a nap, watch tv, do whatever. I think Tony is content with ignoring you, I doubt he'll start anything. He'll warm up to you eventually, it'll just take some time," Steve said, giving me a soft smile. "You two are similar you know, never know when to relax."

I scoffed, then squeezed his hand before turning away, hoping to find my room. I heard him shut Peter's door a moment later.

I looked around for a moment, not entirely sure where I was. There were two bedrooms at the end of the hall: one Peter's and the other one no doubt was Tony's, but I have no idea where in the hell my and Steve's were.

Funny that Tony gave us separate rooms. That won't last long. At least I hope not, I'm not sure I could sleep in a new place like this by myself, I thought a little shamefully. I made my way back the way we'd come, hoping to find something familiar, but when I turned the corner, I found the living room. Tony was sitting on one of the couches, an amber drink in his hand, and flicking through a few holograms floating in front of him. I tried to quickly back out of the room, hoping he wouldn't notice me, but it was too late.

"You want a drink, Furiosa?" he said, arching an eyebrow at me.

I didn't say anything, only frowning at the name. He rolled his eyes a little and beckoned me forward, pouring me a drink.

"Pop culture reference," he said as I slowly stepped forward. "I think the kid is rubbing off on me. Furiosa is a character with a metal arm, only hers isn't made of vibranium."

He looked up at me, and an exasperated look crossed his face.

"Christ--I'm not gonna bite you man, just sit down," he said, punctuating the sentence swiping closed the holograms, and holding the drink out to me. I took it after a moment, and sat down opposite him.

"Forgive me for being cautious," I said icily. "You weren't exactly in the mood for drinks and conversation the last time we met." Tony seemed to freeze for a second, before busying himself with refreshing his own drink.

"Right. Sorry about that," he said.

I blinked.

"Sorry for what?" I said. From what Steve has told me, Tony isn't the forgiving type, much less the kind of person to actually apologize for anything.

So either he's dying and wants to go out with no loose ends or... maybe Peter has changed him.

"Y'know, trying to kill you," he said nonchalantly. "Breaking your arm off."

"I--You don't need to apologize for that. I killed your parents, breaking off my arm isn't exactly an unexpected response," I said. I took a sip of my drink and relished in the burn, hoping it would distract me from the awkwardness.

"You didn't kill my parents, HYDRA did. They just did it through you, and I knew that. I shouldn't've blamed you," Tony said, his tone of voice sounding more serious than his relaxed form implied.

"It's fine if you do. I blame myself too," I said, taking another drink. Tony frowned at me for a moment, before cracking a slightly amused grin.

"Jeez, this must be how the team feels when they talk to me," he muttered with a small laugh. "You shouldn't blame yourself. It's not your fault, it was mind-control, hypnosis shit. You can't fight that kind of stuff, believe me, I've seen it."