Steve: Hey.
Tony: Hey. How are you?
Steve: … Like my head's stuffed with cotton candy.
Tony: That's the good stuff doing its job. Remember D.C.? They had to run a computer simulation to approximate what to give you and how much.
Steve: Thank you. Sam told me you supplied him my med record.
Tony: … The least I can do, Cap. You sound hammered, to be honest. I'll call again sometime?
Tony: Hello?
Sam: Stark, talk some sense into the man, would ya?
Tony: What's going on?
Sam: He's refusing his pain med. Says it does something funny to him – hold on.
Steve: Tony, that you?
Tony: … Hey, Cap. What's going on?
Sam: Steve, please, stay in bed!
Tony: … Steve? What's wrong?
Steve: I'm fine. Tony, listen to me. We have to stop talking on the phone. Where are you now? Are there eyes on you?
Tony: Give me some credit. I'd bolted after the first call. I'm back in the Tower. JARVIS is personally on guard duty. Any tampered lines, illicit recordings – I'll be first to know.
Steve: OK. OK, Tony.
Tony: Ross isn't going to lay a finger on us, Steve. I promise you that. We're his nuclear deterrent now, remember? We're getting on with each other just fine. God, that half-an-hour shiatsu near the 42nd. My hips have never felt this right.
Steve: … I heard that Ross is setting up an ad hoc committee to – to round up the rebels. Did you know anything about that?
Tony: Vision may've read a thing or two about that initiative on Ross' private server. Covertly. Why?
Steve: And you're on board with it?
Tony: … When the motion was filed and passed, it never came to us.
Steve: … Tony, you know this – isn't – isn't right, this is oppression –
Tony: Cap, we're done for the day, all right? Take your meds, rest, and stop worrying. I'm here, aren't I?
Voice: We're taking Cap to bed. You heard him. Stop calling.
Tony: What? Hey – no, don't hang up – Clint? Don't –
Steve: …
Voice: Steve?
Steve: …
Voice: Steve, please. If you're there.
Steve: Who's this?
Rhodey: … It's Jim.
Steve: Anyone listening in? You're whispering.
Rhodey: … I'm in Tony's suite, in the Tower. His bathroom, actually. Running a shower and everything.
Steve: Why?
Rhodey: He made me swear to keep down the voices if I'm having a conversation off-camera.
Steve: Off-camera. People are spying on you? Is it Ross?
Rhodey: … Tony thinks so.
Steve: How did you get this phone?
Rhodey: He gave it to me two days ago. Said if things get hairy, call this, call for help. He didn't say it was gonna be you on the other end, didn't want to risk saying your name, just in case.
Steve: Where is he?
Rhodey: … I don't know. Steve, I got a bad feeling – he was summoned to the Raft yesterday night. A last-minute meeting with Ross himself.
Steve: He's always packing a suit with him. He'll be fine.
Rhodey: … All the suits are on lockdown.
Steve: If we know Tony, he's got to be hiding a legion of Iron Man in a volcano as backup –
Rhodey: Cap, there is no backup.
Steve: … How long has he been gone?
Rhodey: One day.
Steve: Jim, you got to get out of there.
Rhodey: … I can't. We have a contingency plan. Vision's off limit for obvious reasons, Ross doesn't want to risk uh, agitating the Mind Stone in his head. I've been tasked with recruiting new members and liaising with foreign governments about the policies and future collaborations. An awful heavy portfolio if I've ever seen one, to make me appear less… dispensable.
Steve: The Raft, you said?
Rhodey: I'm not calling you to ask for help, Cap. I'm letting you know… as a friend. Stay put, wherever you are. Tony will have my ass if he knows you risk blowing up your cover for him.
Steve: …
Rhodey: Hi, Aunt May! How's your cataract doing? Still having double vision?
Natasha: My oh my, if it isn't the Colonel! I thought Mr Stark has hidden this phone from you, something about meatloaf as dry as carpet. FYI, the secret is in the rose water.
Rhodey: Yeah, well, guess who found the phone in the end? I did add the rose water like you said, Tony absolutely hated it.
Natasha: And where's the devil himself, hmm? Still tied up with his work?
Rhodey: Still tied up with his work, yeah. Street crime's been on the rise, ma'am. We're all tied up with work, to be honest.
Natasha: Gotta keep the streets safe again. I know I'm ninety with eyesight as clear as milk, but I'm nasty, so if you need me to start swinging my brolly –
Rhodey: Don't you worry about that. You rest up, mind your cataract. Those eye surgeries always give me the heebie jeebies.
Natasha: … Take care, Jim. I'll talk to you soon?
Rhodey: … I'll talk to you soon, Aunt May.
Natasha: Tell Mr Stark he's welcome for dinner anytime? I promise not to add the rose water.
Rhodey: … I'll let him know.