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I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. I just agree so much with that sentiment! Also, it turned out to be surprisingly cathartic. Language and bitchiness ahead, obviously.

They’re back on US ground. Steve almost doesn’t believe it. He doesn’t believe Tony greeting them in a private room at the airport either. Well. Not greeting exactly. He’s typing away on his tablet. But he’s here. Steve likes to think that means something.

It’s only when he’s standing right in front of Tony though that he realises he has no clue what to say. He settles for a soft “Hey,” in the end, because they’re still technically in public and this isn’t the sort of conservation he wants to have in front of an audience.

“No.” Tony stalks past him. He hasn’t even looked up from his tablet.

*

The walk to the car takes twenty minutes. Not because it’s long but because there are reporters everywhere, yells and screams and questions, lights flashing, and for the first time Sam gets why part of the deal was that Barnes would be flown in separately.

They pile into the back of a nondescript car with tilted windows, Wanda huffing in disgust when Stark slides into the passenger seat. She doesn’t say it, but Sam can hear the needling complain about special treatment and being too good to join them in the back anyways.

“Sasha, good to see you,” Stark greets the driver with more enthusiasm than he’s shown in the last half a year combined. “I was getting stressed out by the lack of decent people around me.”

He’s not looking at Wanda but Sam’s getting a very distinct feeling he’s heard her too.

*

“Forgot the cleaning staff to tell we’re coming home?” Barton tries to joke at the sight of the abandoned looking compound but it falls flat in the face of the dusty leftovers of what used to be their home.

“Full offence, but your home, your responsibility.” Tony sounds exactly as apologetic as his words imply, which is not at all.

“What…” Rogers presses the light switch but nothing happens.

Tony shrugs. “Gonna have to pay the electrical bill for that baby to light up. You can call the government of course, I’m sure they’ll cover the expenses eventually, but SI has decided to… up the qualifications for high-cost investments, and frankly, none of you made the cut.” He states it calmly, matter-of-fact.

“And when did they come to that conclusion?” Romanov asks after a moment, eyes gleaming with the knowledge of the answer she’s posed, and the respect for a move well-executed.

“Ah,” Tony smiles his phony press-smile, “The official decision must have been made around three weeks ago but with the way the paperwork in large corporations works, it was probably only enacted approximately seven hours ago.”

“But we can’t live here!” Wanda cries out disbelievingly.

“I don’t care,” Tony says blandly. There’s nothing particularly harsh about the way he says it, but it’s the content, the meaning, the truth that cuts in a way his sarcastic remarks never have before.

“Oh please,” Wanda sneers, “do you really think you throwing a pathetic temper tantrum and cutting us off is going to prove your point, make us beg you to come back? Do you really think you can buy us?”

Tony doesn’t even flinch in the face of her tirade and if that isn’t a sign that things are different now, nothing is. “Wow, you haven’t changed at all. Still a spoiled, little bitch,” he drawls unimpressed. Pretends to think for a moment, then, “Nope, still don’t care. Get yourself a new sugar daddy, darling, because guess what? You assholes are finally someone else’s problem.”

“Tony!” Rogers sounds both, shocked and reprimanding at once, and damn it, Tony wants to laugh. So he does.

“Don’t ‘Tony’ me, Rogers!” he snaps. “What did you expect? For me to just forgive and forget the past years? Oh, a little separation was what we needed but now we can pick up where we left off? Are you serious?” 

The questions, dusted in genuine incredulity, leave Rogers standing there speechlessly, hands curling and uncurling uselessly by his side as he searches for words that aren’t coming.

Tony snorts. “Fuck you,” he says, with feeling. “Fuck you all! I’d say go to hell but frankly, I don’t wanna see you there.” And with those words he turns on his heels and walks, swaggers, towards the entrance. As though it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“You got that one from the internet!” Clint yells after him, body brimming with a tension he’s struggling to keep contained.

Tony indulges in a short glance over his shoulder to show off his visible expression of just how stupid he believes them to be. “You didn’t honestly think you’re worth my time and creativity, did you?” he asks sweetly, and the mocking pity in those words stings almost as badly as the satisfied smirk he wears as he walks out of the compound for the final time.

He doesn’t look back once. Steve would know because he doesn’t take his eyes off him the entire time, clutching a cheap phone in his pocket that was never used.

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@queenyavengers

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This has officially become my favorite post-CACW fic oh my god you are literally my favorite

#Have I found a good way to respond to multiple reblogs–No I Have Not

@queenyavengers Oh my god, all these amazing gifs! *hoards them jealously* Haha, I’m happy you like it so much, thank you!

@superhusbands4ever Aww, thank you so much! *pulls you into a hug* *also dances crazy victory dance as soon as you aren’t looking, yelling “I’m this beautiful soul’s favourite OMG I literally can not deal with this awesomeness” as soon as your back is turned* *grins very sheepishly*

My mental health issues have literally just been cured. All of them. Gone. This is an Enchanted Textpost, reblog to heal a bitter fangirl’s soul