"You didn't tell the truth!"
Tony Stark stepped out of the projection's range several times, only to eventually walk back in.
"Just like before, poisonous lies flowed from your mouth as naturally as saliva, poisoning everyone who heard you speak—Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and James Buchanan Barnes... We've known each other for so many years, yet I never truly understood you. Before you started the war, not even Nick Fury or Natasha knew about your double life. I know it's too late to say this, but I'm saying it anyway." Tony Stark sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He was furious at Salomon's vague explanations, because he had heard that sort of ambiguity more than once and had been misled into doing things he did not want to do. "You're full of lies, and you refuse to let anyone become your friend, because of your arrogance. You disdain letting others understand you because, in your eyes, everyone else is an idiot, aren't they?"
"I think I need to reiterate this, Stark. I invited you to join the Planetary Defense Plan and build a defensive network against the Alien Fleet. This invitation includes several nations, but due to the particular nature of Stark Industries, you can only participate anonymously and provide technical guidance." Salomon did not get angry. He did not even react to Stark's emotions.
He had anticipated Stark's reaction long ago. After all, he could not expect someone who had once stood on the opposing side of ideological and interest-based conflicts to remain calm. Still, he had deliberately chosen this moment. Bayonetta and Jeanne had just asked Dinah to invite him for afternoon tea in the glass conservatory—an unspoken phrase between him and the Witches, like some unspeakable invitation. Next to the glass conservatory