So was that it? He got his arm taken apart and completely unusable instead of almost unusable, and now they were being told to leave. Who even knew if there was someone else who could put it back together?

He slowly lowered his head, gaze falling to the floor as he tried to think of what to do. He'd clearly made a mistake in attacking Stark that time, that much he could comprehend. It was just difficult to keep himself still around someone he didn't trust working on his arm.

He couldn't recall bargaining ever working with HYDRA, but...

"I won't hit you again," he said, wondering if his word would be enough. Stark probably didn't have much reason to trust him, honestly, but he was willing to offer more for the sake of not being left nearly defenseless.