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“Mr. Stark!”

Tony stopped, his fist a fraction from Bucky’s face, and glanced over his shoulder.

T’Challa was standing on the far edge of the room, Zemo lying unconscious a few feet away. Neither man seemed worse for wear, and the Wakandan king was focused on him with an intensity that made Tony uncomfortable.

The last he’d seen T’Challa, he’d been standing in an airport in Germany, waiting for a private jet to take him home. How he got here, to Siberia, or managed to find Tony at all, was a mystery.

“I’m a little busy,” Tony said, waving a hand at Barnes when the other man continued to watch him.

“Tony, this is not the way,” T’Challa said gently.

For a moment Tony could only stare in disbelief.

This was the man who had vowed revenge on Barnes for killing his father. The man who had attacked the Winter Soldier on multiple occasions and had only failed to kill him because Steve and the goody-two-shoes patrol had stopped him at the last second.

And now he was here, trying to talk Tony down from doing the same thing.

A flash of rage hit hot and sharp in Tony’s chest, and he slammed Bucky into the ground before rounding on T’Challa.

“I don’t care! He killed my mother!” he shouted. The Black Panther didn’t respond, his eyes pitying.

Beneath him, Tony could feel the Winter Soldier struggling, trying to pry the glove of the Iron Man suit from around his neck, and he clenched his hand tighter with a growl, reveling in the choking noise the man made.

Payback.

“Revenge will not bring you peace, Mr. Stark. It will only lead you down a road of destruction.”

Tony scoffed, turning away.

“I don’t need this lecture from you…You were trying to kill him all damn week, in case you’d forgotten!” he spat.

“I have seen the error of my ways. Tony,” T’Challa started, stepping around Cap’s unconscious form to approach. “As someone who has spent the past week simmering in his rage and letting it blind him, I advise you to take a step back and re-evaluate if this is truly what you want to become. Because once you are a killer, Tony, you cannot go back.”

“You make it sound like I’m plotting to murder someone.”

“Are you not?”

“He’s a mindless killer! I’m…I’m saving other people from being hurt!” Tony shouted back, but somehow he found himself unable to meet the eyes of the man struggling for air beneath him.

“Tony,” T’Challa said, his voice slightly scolding, and the billionaire hung his head.

“He killed my mom.”

“Hydra killed your mother,” T’Challa corrected gently. “Using his hands to do it. Do not redirect your blame.”

“Like it’s that easy.”

“I never said it was easy,” T’Challa said, shaking his head. “It is, however, what is right. Come, Tony. Let your anger go.”

Tony stared at the Wakandan king for a long moment, his eyes narrowed. The man certainly did seem a lot more calm and logical than he had been for the past few days.

But he hadn’t just seen his parents strangled to death.

Tony’s hand cinched tighter around Barnes’ throat, and the man gurgled out a little sound, grasping desperately at the suit with his remaining arm.

“Tony,” T’Challa said more sternly, frowning at him. “I cannot let you kill him. You will regret doing so.”

The billionaire held his position for another long second, but then let out a shaking breath.

“Fine,” Tony muttered. “Fine. You want me to stop, cat man? All right. We’ll do things your way.”

Tony reared back and punched Barnes as hard as he could, knocking him out. He let the man’s collar slip through his fingers, dropping him on the floor, and staggered to his feet.

“You’re both getting jailed,” he spat at the Winter Soldier’s unconscious form in disgust, sparing a second to glare at Steve as well. “And then I’m going to go get wasted.”