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[What does an insomniac superhero do at night? They wander off the pool house and build their own working area in the underground labs]

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[ he looks at it, and flinches, but he doesn't look away from it, either. mostly he just looks terribly sad. ]

You think this is anything I haven't already imagined? Tony, I'm not gonna let him hurt anyone. But I'm not gonna add to this, either.

JARVIS, what happens if this place makes me a danger to myself or others?

The protocol currently in place requires denying you access to the suit and computers and notifying Captain Rogers, sir.

Hear that? It's called having sense.

[ actually smiles a little at that, touched. ]

It's also called trusting me to do the right thing. I'm not gonna lock you up, but that doesn't mean handing you back the weapon. You said it yourself, you either trust me or you don't.

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[Tony sounds pretty annoyed]

You wouldn't need to lock me up because you can knock me out with a single punch. And you just said you don't have an alternative.

I don't. I also said we'll figure something else out. That's what the trust is about — can you believe that or not?

[ he pauses, but not long enough for Tony to answer just yet. ]

Look, I can't give you a guarantee. But that's not our job. We're here to do the most good for the least damage. Not the most damage we can justify in the name of being safe. Guarantees are nuclear deterrents. They're making things we have no business making because we're afraid something less won't be enough.

You're not going to figure something else out, because when you need something like this figured out, you ask me, and I got nothing.

So, this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna build what I was gonna build anyway and if you don't need to use it, good for you. And if you do, then it's there— also, I spent the better part of a year being a nuclear deterrent, so...

. . . I hope you change your mind. But in the meantime, if it's gonna be here, I can't be.

[turns back to his monitors]

I'll miss you.

. . . me, too.

[ and heads for the door. ]

Are you leaving the bear?

You still need to fix him.

It'll take a minute.

[takes out his phone, points it at the bear and clicks a few buttons]

There. Won't be dropping stuff anymore.

[ steps back over to let Bucky Bear climb up his arm. ]

Thanks.

Sure.

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