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[neveryourmask]

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[propulsion]

[ There's still time.

But probably not today. The yelling, that is. Misgivings feel all at once very personal instead of global and talking casualties is a hell of a hefty rock to throw in this glass house. Tony Stark of Stark Industries never did punch Captain America a lot over the abstracted principle of the thing, after all.

He watches the direction their beer is coming. Uncomfortable but willing. It's like a fun game. ]

I'm talking, [ is passive correction. Meandering his way to the point of the thing. ] But not about the job. [ His gaze swings back around to Steve. ] To you. You quit, 'member? I got the shield gathering dust in my basement to prove it.

[superpatriot]

[Steve smiles a little, but it fades. Not somber at the reminder of his ruthless betrayal (he can smile through that a lot for some creepy reason), but at the matter at hand.]

He got married late. Especially for the culture of the time, and especially for a first marriage. [Steve says this unironically and without meaning to poke fun, probably.] I remember, back when we worked together, he was very dedicated to the science. The government projects. Of course, we had no idea at that time how vulnerable we were to infiltration... [h.y.d.r.a. is super uncool.] That might have changed his attitude.

But-- a lot of the other scientists in the room were pretty close to his age. Their mid-twenties, thirties. Most of them had families to go back to. Kids, even. For them, I think, there was a balancing act. A lot of secrets, long hours at the office, risks of... negligence, I guess.

I don't know exactly what it means, he waited so long to get married to Maria. I wish I'd met her. But I think part of it was, he was on his own time. And the other part, people who were right for him were one in a million, and he wasn't going to get hitched for anything less. [Steve glances up when their beers arrive, nodding this thank-yous. The barman considerately retreats from earshot.]