It was hard to be caught in the middle when friends fought.
Tony Stark understood that too. Especially when one friend was about to kill another, when one of them was at an absolute disadvantage, it was difficult for the person in the middle to remain neutrally uninvolved.
But it was precisely at times like this that he had to make a choice.
Captain America could only answer Stark's angry words with silence. He did not know how to respond.
Hatred between people could not always be reconciled. The Winter Soldier had killed his parents; this was not some childish squabble.
If Captain America wanted to stop the raw, genuine hatred in Tony Stark's heart, then he would have to stand in the way himself—
Tony hovered in midair, quietly watching the silent Captain America. He drew a deep breath. "Move aside! Steve!"
The riot-control soldiers and Extraordinary Space members around them silently closed in, surrounding the two men.
Ling Ling and the others' icy gazes kept the others from acting rashly. Black Widow and Falcon silently tightened their grips on their guns—
"I'm sorry... Stark, I..." After a long silence, Captain America shook his head. "I can't move aside."
"..." The anger on Tony's face deepened. He swiftly raised his arm, aiming the cannon at Captain America and the Winter Soldier behind him—but no matter how much he steeled himself, his lips only moved a few times before he slowly lowered his hand.
"Forget it... Go." It was as though he had exhausted all his strength, his voice slightly hoarse. "Steve, from now on... don't let me see any of you again."
"Are you sure?" Yinyin Qingcao's voice was especially cold. "Mr. Stark."
"...I owed Captain America my life." Stark took several deep breaths to calm himself. He landed