The origins of it might be. You never really know at first. [ Bracing himself, he tried to not look too put out about being picked up, readying himself for the wall and the further battle with the plant menace. He just hoped they didn't get sprayed, at least, he didn't. Tony would be fine with his suit, most likely.

Gripping, he inched his way along the wall when Tony let go of him, fingernails digging as much as he could stand. ]

Getting a text message I never wanted to get. [ Peggy's passing destroyed so much inside of him and he knew nothing would ever repair it again. He should have been at her funeral and yet ended up in the odd place they were currently in instead. It pained him and they also hadn't figured out the Accords yet. Clearly, Tony didn't seem too upset with him. Had they worked it out? Did he just not remember it? His mind seemed a bit fuzzy around the edges, to say the least. ]

What about you?