[ That first part is Manipulative and Tony will have None of it and so he says nothing, mouth pressing into a line as they close in on a bar that probably is not ordinarily graced by bullet-nosed cars with doors that go in unexpected directions.

OKAY AND DO YOU THINK THAT'S COMPARABLE TO MY PROBLEMS is not something that Tony says in a too loud voice, although he's close to doing so. The truth is, he doesn't want to fight. Not even the verbal slaps that are a little familiar, not after the actual slapping that occurred what seems like not too long ago.

That sucked, that one time. ]

Sorry to hear that, [ he says, clipped, as he pulls into the little back alley parking space of a bar with flashing neon, barely worth it in the daylight. He switches up his voice to a more pleasant affectation as he says; ] Friday, be a dear and run a blindspot protocol on all devices in this area, will you?

Certainly, sir, [ chirps from his car.

Tony kills the engine, and pivots to look at Rogers properly before anyone can think of getting out, just yet. ]

I can't even imagine a reality where you hijack my valet for the purposes of getting relationship advice about Romanoff from me, which leads me to think this is about-- [ Fingers flex, ball up into a fist, where he has his arm folded on the back of his seat. ] --the other really impossible alternative.

Since when did you care?

[ --and he can't decide if that's an unfair thing to ask, or a damn good question. Either way, he wants an answer. ]