The only reason I don't launch myself at Tony Stark is that I know him well enough to tell he's not actually making a joke.

It doesn't mean I don't start to. I do. There's a moment where my knee jerk reaction is to take half a step in his direction before I realize it, and then I do, and then I stop myself. Swallowing thickly, I force myself to back away from the table, to give them space, and to stay out of Bucky's sight, even his peripheral vision.