It wasn't-- [you except it was, and Tony shifts like he suddenly has too much energy to contain.] --a choice. I know that.

[It does, oddly, make him feel slightly better that Barnes doesn't blame him. He's not sure if Steve still does, it's another one of those things they're not quite talking about.]

I don't hate you. I hate...that it happened. I hate that I spent two decades thinking he was an asshole who'd been drinking at the wrong time. I hate that she was just collateral. I hate that someone made you do it.

[He's just babbling now, words tumbling over themselves like he has to get it all out quickly before he changes his mind. But by the time he runs down, that last little bit of coiled anger is slipping away, and Tony just feels tired.

Too bad they've still got things to do.]

But I don't hate you. Not really. I hate him. The Winter Soldier.