[To be fair, the last person in the galaxy Tony wants to see right now is Thanos. And he could probably name a few others if he put his mind to it - Bucky probably doesn't even make the bottom ten.

Right now, though, Tony's too busy crying to make any lists. It's quiet, like someone who's trained themselves from a young age to not disturb anyone else with their problems, but he can't hide the uneven breaths, the way his shoulders shudder. And he definitely doesn't push the hand on his back away, because in a weird way, it anchors him.

When he's done, Tony lifts his head up and surreptitiously tries to swipe at his eyes with the back of his forearm. Not that he can really pretend that he hasn't been crying, but, you know, appearances. He's probably freaked Barnes out by now.]

Point is, this is bigger than all of us. [Which is what he's been saying for years, but hey, no problem, this is fine.] Even if I still had a problem with you, I'd put it aside right now. Hell, if Ultron showed up and said he could kick Thanos' ass, I'd be sorely tempted to work with him. Which, I realize belatedly, might come across the wrong way.