"Good choice," Tony replied, a sharp look in his eyes in contrast to his casual tone. The repulsor's glow faded, and he slowly lowered his armored hand. He gave the guy an unimpressed look at the little huff. What did he think he was, a rabid weasel?

"Fought this joker before, Rogers, I've got his number--"

He frowned abruptly, finally able to think clearly without the risk of imminent death. The metal-armed man appeared with Cap. He knew Cap. Cap called him a name, what was it? Bucky? That sounded... weirdly familiar. It'd be sure to come to Tony later.

More pressing was the question of why the hell Captain America knew a Russian cyborg maniac who acted like a feral cat?