Returning Home
Tony’s face remained blank as Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Clint, Sam, and Natasha proudly walked down the ramp onto the tarmac with straight backs and square jaws. It was honestly hard not to roll his eyes.
“Tony,” Steve said with an easy smile, sticking his hand out once they stood in a row behind their Captain.
“Keep your hands to yourself, Rogers. I’m only here to give you the nitty gritty before moving on,” Tony said simply, his eyes hidden behind dark shades that scrolled various data from Friday.
Rogers sighed and lowered his chin like he just couldn’t deal with this and Wanda and Clint sneered.
“Tony, please. We’re all tired and ready to go home.”
“Yah, Stark. I want to see my family now.”
“I have no idea why you think I have anything to do with that, Barton,” Tony said easily, removing his glasses and looking directly at the bitter archer. “I wasn’t involved with calling you into the little fight we had. That was Rogers. I wasn’t involved with your arrest. That was Ross. I was busy seeing to my friend who was severely injured.”
“Like you didn’t have time to lock us up,” Wanda sneered at the billionaire.
“Sweetie, no one cares about what I want to happen, or you would have been locked up after Ultron like the Hydra trash you are. No, I incapacitated Wilson because he was front and center, and then devoted my entire attention to getting Rhodey to the hospital. Tell whatever delusional little tales you want, but that’s the truth. You were locked up because you broke the law. I know Rogers forcing me to vanish away any form of consequences after Ultron might have confused you, but that’s the way the world works.”
“Tony, please. You’ve done the right thing in the end and gotten us all home. That’s what matters,” Steve said with an oblivious smile and a leading look to his crew.
“Yah, we're glad you can finally see the Accords were a joke, Stark. We were right to stand against them,” Wilson said, crossing his arms.
“You seem to be confused, Wilson. You weren’t arrested for breaking the Accords. They weren’t signed yet, and they were a treaty between nations, not a law. No, you guys were arrested for breaking several international laws including aiding and abetting a suspected terrorist, obstruction of justice, property damage, and crossing borders illegally. Those laws have always been in effect and still are. No, the President may have pardoned you, but you won’t be going anywhere near me and mine because we follow international laws as well as those here at home. I’m here as a favor to Pepper.”
“What do you mean, Tony,” Natasha tried, in that pseudo-therapy voice that she favored when trying to manipulate Tony.
“The Maria Stark foundation sold all rights to the Compound to the UN. You’ve been pardoned by the U.S. Ergo, you will be going to whatever holding facility the President has seen fit to provide. I’m here to warn you, once and only once, that coming within 100 feet of any SI or SI owned property will put you in direct violation of a number of restraining orders. Furthermore, Rogers, Wilson, and Romanov are all being served with lawsuits—of the civil variety, which his highness, President Ellis, can’t waive away. I imagine whatever assets you still have that haven’t been frozen will belong to SI very shortly,” Tony smirked. “And if by “home” you meant the compound that I built and fund—please, did you think I was really going to house my parents’ murderer in the place where I frequently stay and work? You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“Tony, Bucky was innocent!”
“No, Bucky did it. As the video demonstrated in lurid detail. He may have been brainwashed at the time, but his hands were the weapon. Furthermore, when I decked you for lying to me about it to my face for years this asshole raised the gun that I made and stocked inside the Quinjet that I built and you stole in order to take me out. If I hadn’t turned to fight him then, would he have killed me too because I thought you deserved to take a hit? He didn’t start trying to run away until it didn’t look like this Stark was quite as easy to kill,” Tony sneered, and Bucky cringed. He had automatically gone to aid Steve even though he knew that his best friend had pulled a completely dick move against Stark. “No, I may be sorry for overreacting in Siberia, but he’s obviously still one of your oblivious, asshole followers. You can keep him in your own barn with your other sheep, Rogers. Have a nice day.”