"That's a really good question. I'm not helping you, exactly. I'm helping your arm. Plus, unfortunately, I'm a good guy. That means that I only kill people if they're trying to kill me or it's an accident. More the latter. Plus... You look like you're going to cry." And something inside of Tony had almost broken when he saw that look on the park bench.

He grits his teeth behind his lips and just lets it go. He wants to hurt Bucky still, but that lingering desire is hardly there any more. It's replaced with...pity.

"Besides, your bestie would kick my ass. I didn't call him, by the way. I figure that if you're sleeping on a park bench, it's because he doesn't know where you are and you don't want him to. Hungry? I have peanuts and scotch."