Ok, so how about Tony, Loki and Bucky and "We could remake the world, we could make it kinder. "
Loki chokes on his precious Elvish wine, which is such an undignified reaction that Tonyās snort-that-couldāve-been-played-off-as-a-huff-of-surpriseĀ transforms into laughing so hard, he wouldāve slipped off the seat if James hadnāt gripped his shoulder tight enough to leave bruises.
Enhanced humans and their chronic incapability to grasp the fragility of the human body, seriously. Bucky better hope Rhodey wonāt catch sight of them ā heās due for a visit soon and heāll spend all of it on making Bucky catch wine champagne flutes without breaking them if he deems it necessary.
Not that Tony doesnāt love isnāt amused by the mother-hening, but thereās more interesting things they could do with their time.
Like, say, take over the world.
āKindness?ā Loki sneers when he finally gets his breath back.Ā āKindness is the painter you hired who draws you in the best possible light. Kindness is an illusion, a soft lie endlessly reflected back and forth between you and your opponent, smoke and dust, with no flames beneath.ā
Tony rolls his eyes at Lokiās dramatics, but the look he sends Bucky is fond. Reassuring, where his words canāt be.
āA wise king has many advisors and no friends,ā Tony murmurs around a sip of bourbon, lets the weight of the drink settle on his tongue.
āThatās a sad way of looking at it,ā Bucky points out.Ā
Thereās something heavy and set in his features and Tony finds himself reaching out, resting a hand on his flesh arm instinctively, as he feels the tension snap into place between them.Ā
Lokiās gaze is a narrow, cutting thing, uncaring of any defense as long as it gets to draw blood.Ā āIt is the only honest way of looking at it,ā he snaps, each word more biting than the last.
Tony squeezes Buckyās arm. Hard. Feels the tension increase beneath his touch, although thereās no sign of it anywhere on Buckyās face. The man can be as difficult to read as Loki, if for vastly different reasons.
For a long moment, Tony doesnāt think itās enough.
Then Bucky averts his gaze. Murmurs a meaningless āWhatever.ā, no heart in it. Heās tense as a bowstring, but the artful slump of his shoulders almost covers it entirely. And Loki may not be fooled ā you can never tell with him ā but he does all of them the favor of pretending to.
After Loki has long excused himself. After JARVIS has confirmed a complete lack of magical signatures. After theyāre sure theyāre alone, Bucky fixates his sternest gaze on Tony, the one that used to make HYDRA goons shake in their boots, for all that they pretended not to.
āHow can you do this? How can you work with him, let him say these things, let him do them?ā Bucky growls behind clenched teeth, a barely leashed beast yearning for battle.
Tony stills where heās been cleaning up the bar, his back to Bucky.
āI donāt let Loki do anything.ā
Bucky scoffs.Ā āHe took over the world. We both know he couldnāt have done it with you.ā A grimace. āUs. What kind of leader, what kind of system will we put in place that spits on kindness and respect? How can you justā match him every fucking step of the way?āĀ
Tony closes his eyes. Breathes slowly through the nose and out through the mouth. Opens them again.
Outside, New York, the United States, the world is still standing.
When you came to me all those years ago, my motherās blood drying on your skin, what would you have done had I treated you with kindness? is what Tony wants to say. Whatās been on the tip of his tongue for weeks now, as heās watched the increasing sharpness between James and Loki, the escalating arguments that go far too far. Would you have accepted it? Welcomed it? Or would you have scorned it, for such a thing had no place in your world? Would you have disregarded everything I offered, been blinded by your own conviction?
[Loki is bitter and brittle to the core, one wrong landmine away from shattering beyond repair. James is ice, frozen down to his heart and soul, and though he has learned to undo some of the damage done, far too much of it involved learning how to live with the scars rather than heal the wounds.
Loki can be reasonable, but he is not kind. James can be merciful, but he is not kind. None of them are kind men, not even Tony. Especially not Tony. But.
Someone has to be kind. Among the three of them, that is Tonyās burden to bear. To hold up their illusions and continue their lies and refuse to throw the truth into their faces when they wish to remain blind to it.
Itās a kindness no one has ever bothered to show Tony. Itās all he has.]
And so Tony swallows those reminders of a past neither of them acknowledges and when he turns around to meet Buckyās sharp gaze, the smile on his face is real as can be.
āKindness neither wins wars no ends them,ā Tony says and itās as much a truth as all the unsaid things between them.Ā āAnd I, for one, plan to win this one. Once thatās doneā¦
Once thatās done weāll build the best world we can from the ashes.ā
It may be a lie. It may be a foolās hope. But this, too, is a kindness to the both of them, and itās the only one Tony allows himself to hold on to.