"Pfft. I'm not worried," I reply, rolling my eyes. This is a blatant lie, of course, but only as it pertains to Tony getting his face punched in by Bucky, the All Grown Up Boy Wonder. That much, at least, I am kinda worried about.

In the same breath, I also know that it's not my job to protect Tony, even if it's my inclination. After everything him and Pepper have done for me, he's practically family, and that's not something I say about just anyone. Still, I'm not blind to the fact that he's a jerk more often than he isn't, and if there's one thing I've learned the hard way, it's that actions have consequences -- and that they should, so that the big mistakes don't get repeated, if you're smart about it.

Tony's one of the smartest people I've ever met, but I honestly don't know if he's got it in him to learn this particular lesson without taking a fall first. It took a few near-death experiences between the two of us to become friends, after all. His track record for this sort of thing just isn't the greatest.

"But I am done being the mediator."

At the end of the day, I'm nobody's keeper. While I would've preferred if my few friends here who haven't disappeared yet didn't want to kill each other, Cap's right. It's not the nature of the business.