“What did you just say?”
Steve’s voice rumbled out of him, low and angry. His fists were clenched at his sides and he fought to keep in one spot. A small part of his more primal self itched to reach for his shield, to send it spinning sharply and with razor-sharp precision, to express his rage that way. Steve managed to swallow that down. For the moment.
Stark sighed dramatically before responding. “Look, it’s not hard to understand, Cap. This is a PR exercise, and the one thing that we really don’t need is for Popsicle 2: Return of the Killer Popsicle to freak out and maim the journalists. Capiche?”