"I'm so sorry, Tony. I didn't know."
                              
"A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits. Then we had to mop up HYDRA and...then Natasha. My fault. And then, and then, and then, I never stopped. Creating Vision...because the truth is I don't want to stop. I don't want to lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference."
                              
Tony rose from the chair, leaning back to bounce off it, he paced around the room, "In her defence, I'm a handful. Yet, Dad was a pain in the ass, but he and Mom always made it work..."
                              
He talked about Howard as if they both referred to him as 'Dad,' like they were brothers...
                              
"You know I'm glad Howard got married," Steve smiled, "I knew him when he was young and single."
                              
"Oh, really? You two knew each other?" Tony used a tone of fake surprise, "He never mentioned that, maybe only a...thousand times. God, I hated you." 
                              
Tony adjusted the pull of his collar as he entered his blazer, picking it off the chair. "I don't mean to make things difficult," Steve said, finally going back to the topic they had mutually avoided. 
                              
"I know because your a very polite person."
                              
"If I see a situation going south, I can't avoid it. Sometimes I wish I could."
                              
"No you don't," Tony corrected. 
                              
Steve's eyes flickered from the floor back to Tony's face, "No, I don't. Sometimes..."
                              
"Sometimes I want to punch you in your perfect teeth," Tony said, "But I don't want to see you gone. We need you, Cap. So far nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign. We can make the last 24 hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych centre...instead of a Wakandan prison."
                              
Steve frowned, picking up one of the fountain pens, he fiddled with it, rolling it around in his fingers. He was still going through it. He stood up, turning to Tony, "I'm not saying it's impossible, but there would have to be safeguards." 
                              
"Sure," Tony said, "Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended...I file a motion to have you, Pietro and Wanda reinstated."
                              
"Pietro and Wanda? What about 'em?"
                              
"They're fine, they're confined to the compound currently. Vision and Strange are keeping them company, or at least Strange was."
                              
"Oh God, Tony," Steve turned, "Every time, every time I think you see things the right way..."
                              
"It's a hundred acres with a lap pool, it's got a screening room," Tony said, he had taken Steve's seat, "There are worse ways to protect people."
                              
Steve couldn't believe what he was hearing, he knew the last thing Wanda needed was to feel more isolated from the world. What Pietro felt was something he was still trying to work out...
                              
"Protection? Is this how you see this? It's internment, Tony."
                              
"Wanda's not a US citizen and they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction!"
                              
"Oh, come on, Tony!" Steve shouted, "She's a kid!"
                              
"Gimme a break!" Tony huffed, "I'm doing what needs to be done...to stave off something worse."