Note: Damn it, the 'Civil War' trailer has given me all of these FEELS, and I needed to express them in a pairing I hadn't really considered, surprisingly enough. It kind of makes sense, with the wing thing, and I don't remember seeing Sam and Tony interact in 'Age of Ultron', so that's a good enough reason to write them. I've written more obscure pairings before, let's be honest.

"A Good Mechanic"

Sam Wilson loved his wings. He really loved his wings, no matter how many upgrades they got, because they took him to the sky. And he didn't mind it too much when they took a beating, because it took him one step closer to his soulmate. He couldn't regret joining para-rescue; and even though his heart broke when he lost Riley, what could've been, he knew that waiting for his soulmate would be worth it in the end.

Belonging to the Avengers was a dream come true. Sam hadn't met all of them yet, at least not officially, and Steve and Tony Stark were on the outs, which meant that the billionaire was back at his tower. Repairing it after the mess called Ultron.

After a hard day of talking to PTSD survivors and finding another dead end in his search for Bucky Barnes, the last thing Sam needed was his wings malfunctioning on a test flight. Stark had sent new ones when Sam wasn't able to make it to Sokovia to help out. His excuse had been that he was searching for Barnes; the reality was that he didn't trust his own maintenance, and looking at the ragged wing he'd recovered after fighting HYDRA… well, he didn't feel the same about it.

The set of wings he'd been sent were still in their packaging, had been there God knows how long, but Sam was just grateful that they looked to be in working order.

"Let's go, babies," he said, and he jumped off the top of the base, aiming for the big mark on the ground where Thor had disappeared from. The wings worked well enough… until they decided they'd been cooped up for too long, and the battery started to die. Sam was lucky the emergency parachute still worked, otherwise he'd have ended up an unattractive splatter on the lawn.

With a sigh, he bundled the wings in his arms as best he could, trying not to cut himself on the metal 'feathers', and carted them down to the garage. Steve's motorbike was there, as well as a skeleton maintenance crew for the other vehicles (no one touched Steve's baby). It was late evening, and Sam figured that even if no one else was around, he could find a safe place to leave the wings, with a sticky note politely requesting repairs.

Seemed like he wouldn't need to, though. Because those were definitely noises he could hear, someone working with metal.

"Hey, do you know anything about mechanical engineering?" he called, walking around workbenches and trying to find the source of the noise. It ceased immediately, and he wondered whether…

"If you need a mechanic, just say so," came the grouchy reply. Sam nearly dropped his wings, because he was pretty sure he recognised that voice. He dumped the broken wing-pack on a bench, and Tony Stark rolled out from beneath a vintage car.

"Oh," he said. "I didn't think… it'd be you."

"Who else do you think I'd trust with repair jobs?" Stark said. He stood up and wiped his oily hands on a rag.

"I didn't mean with that," Sam said. "You said…" He started to wonder whether it was just a coincidence. Hell, Stark probably knew everything about them, soulmarks included, and was just waiting for an opportunity to have some fun.

"We were never properly introduced," Stark said, which didn't make Sam feel any less wary. "Hi." He held out his hand. "I'm Tony Stark, and I think there's been a mix-up of sorts. In fact, I know there has, and it wasn't entirely my fault."

Now Sam was confused.

"Mix-up?" he said.

"With the wings."

That was a relief. "Really?"

"I dug out the remainder of the EXOs," Stark said. "There weren't all that many left. I went through about half of them before I found one which wouldn't require much fixing. Thought I'd marked that one to be sent out to you, but instead it was one of the packs I never got around to checking out. I presume the battery power was reduced? Judging by…" His gesture took in the whole messy remainder.

"Yeah," Sam said, relieved that at least Stark hadn't been trying to kill him.

"Once I realised the mistake I came by here. I had a suit waiting, in case your parachute didn't deploy." He shrugged, and smiled. "But we hadn't met yet, so I knew you weren't going to die. So I figured I'd wait down here for you. Judging by my words, I thought there was a seventy-thirty chance you'd speak first."

"You knew?"

"I recognised your writing from the agreement you signed," he said. "That's why I've been avoiding you. I wanted… to make sure it would happen right. Pretty stupid question for someone as famous as me." He rolled up his left shirt sleeve, and Sam saw the infamous soulmark-hiding band which could only be activated by Stark. It was standard for the children of famous people, to keep their soulmarks private. He must have had it made as soon as Sam was born. Now he deactivated it, and ambled closer to Sam as he slid the band off. Just underneath his upper arm were the words 'Hey, do you know anything about mechanical engineering?' in Sam's handwriting.

"I see what you mean," he said.

"Well, I've shown you mine," Star— Tony said, dropping his vocal register. Sam hesitated, and then tugged off his flannel shirt and moved the right strap of his undershirt out of the way. Scrawled in writing he knew as well as his own, the mark which influenced his career path, was 'If you need a mechanic, just say so'. He'd learnt many different names for 'mechanic'.

"Really didn't know who to expect," he said, unable to suppress a shiver as Tony rubbed his thumb over the words.

"To think I've manufactured bombs which may've killed your friends…"

"We all knew what we were getting into, and you weren't responsible for where all of them went," Sam said. He knew the story.

"I still can't stop thinking about all the people I've let down," Tony said, his voice dropping further. Sam wanted to hug him, but he wasn't sure how welcome that would be when they'd only just met. "It keeps me up at night."

"We all have regrets," he said. "You've done a whole lot of good to counteract the bad, though, and that's more than a lot of people can say. From what I hear, you could use someone to talk to. And now that Banner's…"

"Skipped town; you can say it. Romanov isn't here."

"I'm here," Sam said. "As a team-mate, as a counsellor… as your soulmate, if you want that. Platonic or otherwise. You and Miss Potts…"

"I need to think about it," Tony said. Sam bit his tongue to stop himself from pointing out that Tony had had plenty of time to think about it. Months, going by what he'd said. "Seeing the words on you has made it all too real. I could be asleep right now, or hallucinating."

"Know how you can check to see whether or not I'm a hallucination?" Sam said. He couldn't help himself. Nor, apparently, could Tony.

"I've got a pretty good idea," he said. He cupped the back of Sam's head and tugged him in for a kiss. The scratch of a beard against Sam's own stubble was definitely real, and so was the body pressed against his.

They didn't break apart until Sam felt something sharp against his back, and realised that Tony had backed him up against a tool-covered bench. It was only a screwdriver, thank God, and as Sam knocked it gently out of the way they both noticed the wings.

"Shit, I forgot that," Tony said. "I'll get the right ones to you ASAP. I've made some modifications we'll have to go over, but they're at full battery, fourteen percent lighter, with improved aerodynamics, and I can track them through the suit so that I never lose you."

"You won't lose me, Tony," Sam said. Tony's face brightened.

"Say my name again?" he said.

"You know, you missed the perfect opportunity there for a remark about making me scream it later."

Tony gave him an unimpressed look. "Trying to be romantic here."

"Ah. So you didn't need all that long to think about this," Sam said.

"…Well, my parents weren't exactly shining examples of a soulmate relationship," he eventually said. "I don't wanna leap into this too fast. I almost had something with Pepper, and I'm pretty sure it's because we took things slow. But I got impatient, which is why I arranged for us to meet. Here, so I'm not someplace which reminds me of her. She knows I've found my soulmate, but not that it's you. Not yet."

"Uh-huh." Sam didn't like the direction this conversation was headed, but he knew that everyone had issues. Whether Tony was telling the truth or whether it was just a cover, Sam would respect it, and wait him out. "I'm gonna go back to my room now. Call me when you know what you want to do, okay? No hurry. I'd prefer you to be comfortable in doing what you know is right, than to be uncomfortable by moving too quickly. I've waited this long."

"Okay," Tony said. Subdued, but hopefully he'd taken it all on board.

"Good night," Sam said.

"Night."

It wasn't long after that that everything went downhill.

Sam couldn't regret letting Tony set the pace. He'd heard of people rushing to bond, only to find that while they thought they were ready for it, their bodies weren't, and the bonding was either screwed up or didn't take place. It could split people apart, especially those rash enough to leap into bonding like it was something they didn't need to be prepared for. Emotionally, as well as physically.

But when it came down to choosing between Tony and Steve?

"Look, I know he's your soulmate, but you have to do what you think is right," Steve said. He was trying to escape the government's notice, and going to the VA centre was pretty smart. If the government followed him there, they'd have to acknowledge the neglect of veterans, and then they'd have to do something about it. It might even taken the heat off Steve and the registration act for awhile.

"There are arguments on both sides," Sam said diplomatically, waving as another member of the group left the room. "Tony and I… we're not bonded yet, and we haven't discussed the registration act yet. Since we're not bonded, even dating or living together, I can't justify including him in my decisions. I do have to take it into consideration, but that's because we're supposed to be a team. Not much of a one since Ultron, but… damn it, Clint and Natasha are on different sides of the issue!"

"This is about people's privacy, a right to secret identities," Steve said. "They're calling us weapons. Vigilantes!"

"They're not wrong about the vigilante part," Sam said. "Those of you who aren't regular humans, who have super powers… you're different. You can't necessarily help that, but take away my wings, what am I?" Steve flinched. "I know I can kick ass without them, but anyone with the right training could take my place."

"How does this tie into whatever point you're trying to make?" Steve asked.

"Have you considered all your options? Because people who shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me, too." He smiled, trying to give some lightness to the dark words, but Steve scowled harder.

"That's exactly my point," he hissed. "Know why Clint's on our side? Because the registration takes away privacy. Because he has a wife and kids. They may seem safe at the moment, but one hint of information about them and they're dead. It's a damn good thing SHIELD didn't have anything on `em. They provided a safe place for us when Tony and Bruce unleashed Ultron, and everyone seems to be forgetting that!"

"There's accountability, Steve. People look for someone to blame when there's destruction."

"There have to be ways around that."

"Yeah, but you're not sitting down and trying to work out alternatives. You're being impetuous, as usual. It explains an awful lot of what Bucky's told me about when you were kids. The phrase 'I can do this all day' mean anything to you?"

Steve's face softened at the mention of his best friend. Sam suspected that they were soulmates, but neither of them had mentioned it, so he kept quiet.

"Tony's being stubborn," he said.

"And you're not?"

"He… he said we were friends."

Sam shrugged. "You can have lots of friends, Steve. You're a friendly guy. Tony has friends, too, but I think he finds it harder to trust them."

"You think?"

"What? It's not like I spend all that much time with the guy, especially now that he turns out to be involved in this act." He frowned. "I got the impression he hated General Ross, for stalking Banner?"

"Jesus, someone's gotta think about Bruce," Steve said, running his hands through his hair. "Wish I knew where he was. I hope he keeps up with the news."

"You're dead set against the superhero registration act, aren't you?" Sam said.

"Of course."

He sighed. "Thought so. Good thing there's an election coming up; it takes long enough getting acts passed, and the election should push it further to the back of the queue."

"Are you kidding?" Steve said, straightening. "This country runs on money. Tony… Stark has plenty of it, and influence, too. So does Ross, damn him, and they're gonna see this through the minute they see an opening. I'm not sticking around to watch my real friends end up in danger because money is put before the safety of the world. I'll help who I can get out of the United States, because… this isn't what I fought for during the war. This isn't what I almost gave my life for. Privacy… my life can never be private; there've been books written about me, articles, movies and TV shows made. But newcomers like… like Ant-Man. They need protection. Their families need protection that exposure like the registration act would take away. And I know that if I tried to sit down with someone and come up with ways around this it would only end in arguments. That's all it has done so far. You think I'm not being reasonable? Well, if no one else is willing to compromise then why should I be?"

"Steve—"

"I'll always consider you my friend, Sam. Whether you remain neutral or… or join Tony's side. Whether it's `cause you're his soulmate or because you agree with the act, you'll still be my friend. I don't wanna see you get hurt. I…" He swallowed visibly. "I don't wanna see anybody get hurt. That's why I became Captain America, to protect people from the bullies of the world. I became Captain America again to protect people from the bullies outside of the world. If the world doesn't want my help, that's fine; I'll be there when I'm needed anyway. But not in America. I won't be Captain America anymore. Maybe South America, if I relocate south of the border." He tilted his head, smiling bitterly. "They wanna jail Bucky for stuff he never meant to do; did you know that? He was only HYDRA's weapon. You don't see them putting restrictions on guns, but…"

"Hey." Sam touched his shoulder. "I get what you're saying, man. I do. And I'm on your side. This whole thing is a damn mess. Intelligent men – and women – have got mixed up in a debate which shouldn't be happening, and innocent people like Barnes and Clint are paying for it. If you need help, I've got your back. But I also have to think about the people here who need me." He gestured to the room, now empty except for the two of them. "I can't turn my back on my work."

"No," Steve said hollowly. "I know that, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't be laying any of this on you. I'm sorry I ever got you caught up in the superhero life; you're meant for better things."

"Found my soulmate through it."

"And how's that going? Shit, I'm sorry, Sam. That was… that was outta line."

"Look." Sam leaned against the wall. "Get out of DC. Get out of the United States, and take Bucky with you, and anyone else you can. I'll try to mediate while you lie low. Maybe Tony will listen to me; maybe he won't. But it's better for you to get away before you destroy anything resembling friendship between the two of you, because if another threat to the safety of the world comes, and we can't all work together effectively to fight it, then this'll all be academic."

Steve paused, and then nodded slowly. He tugged Sam into a quick hug.

"I'll call you," he said.

"You better, Rogers. Don't make me track down your lily white ass if you don't stay in touch."

Steve laughed. He seemed lighter than when he'd first come in. He pulled up his hood and sneaked out again, although Sam really thought the guy needed lessons in disguises. Seriously, how did SHIELD get away with being covert for so long?

On the way home, he got a message, and pulled over to check his phone.

You & Rogers have a nice chat?

"Tony," Sam muttered, eyebrows drawing down. He replied, You need to work on your people skills.

Because I can't hold onto my friends?

He would have to answer that one carefully, without taking too long. God knows the billionaire was sensitive enough.

Because you seem to assume the worst of your SOULMATE pretty damn quickly.

There was a long pause, long enough that he felt it was safe enough to start driving again. He was almost home when there was more beeping. He grumbled as he pulled to the curb, and went to access the message.

The sound of glass shattering distracted him. Smoke filled the car, and Sam wasn't able to undo the car door in time before he lost consciousness.

Tony grew antsy as he waited for a reply. He'd sent another message, which Sam had accessed, and sent another while he was waiting, which wasn't accessed. That should've been enough of an answer, but maybe Sam was trying to let him down tactfully? Tony had hacked the VA centre's CCTV as soon as he found out that his soulmate worked there, and today he'd seen Rogers and Sam talking. It ended with a hug which went on far too long, and he couldn't bear to watch after that.

After sulking for several minutes, he'd texted his soulmate. But now it seemed that Sam was ignoring him. Weird that he read one message but not the next. Still, Tony wasn't going to keep bugging him, not with a message this clear.

He should've pushed for a bond. He should've spent more time with Sam, gotten to know him, wined and dined and spoiled him, and then took him to bed and… and maybe bonded. Instead he'd tried to figure things out, procrastinated in a way Starks never procrastinated, and now he'd not only lost his chance for the fairytale happy ending, he'd lost it to Steve Apple Pie Rogers and his murderous best buddy. Sam would be on their side, and Tony would be alone. Again.

Damn it, he needed Rhodey. Or Pepper. But with Rhodey in the hospital, Pepper rarely leaving his side, and Happy always guarding her, plus Bruce on the run… it felt lonely. Sure, Howard and Maria weren't the best examples, but they tried. He didn't notice at the time, but they'd really tried, and not just for each other.

Another quarter hour passed, and then he got a call from the person he least expected.

No. Seriously. Santa Claus would be more likely to call, and Tony hadn't believed in him since… ever.

"What is it, Rogers?" he growled.

"I hope you're happy with yourself, Stark!"

"What now?"

"Sam's been kidnapped! I don't know whether it's because he's the Falcon, or his connection to me, or whether someone knows his connection to you, but he's gone. No note, just a car with a near-empty smoke bomb and a cell phone left behind."

Tony had trouble comprehending this.

"Sam's gone?" he said. "Sam Wilson?"

"Yes, you asshole! Your soulmate is gone. Now, if he was just a civilian, and you were the only superhero he knew, and this same thing happened, who'd be to blame? Do you really want this kind of thing as a consequence?"

"Rogers, people have to be accountable…" But Tony couldn't finish that sentence. His mind was racing. This was why Sam didn't read the message. And hell, he was responsible enough to pull over to check; he'd chewed out the rest of them before for reckless driving. Was it because he was checking Tony's message that he'd stopped the car?

"There isn't a registry for villains," Rogers said. "Until all bad guys and their secret identities are registered, I'm not doing the same. They're the reason the damage to public property happens in the first place. I don't like breaking cars or windows or bringing down parts of buildings, it's nothing something I do for fun; but if it keeps someone from taking over the world I'll do it. Unless the real culprits are held to account, I don't see why the hell the Earth's defenders should have to pay. When did humans become such ungrateful bastards? No, you know what? Screw you. While you're sitting on your piles of money, Buck and I are tracking down Sam, and if he's still alive then we're gonna keep him safer than you obviously can." There was some muffled talking in the background, while Tony ran to the elevator. "Goodbye, Stark. I hope Sam gets a new soulmark, because he deserves a hell of a lot better than you."

Tony didn't have a chance to retort before Rogers hung up. He glanced at the ceiling.

"I need to suit up, FRIDAY," he said.

"Of course, sir. Already inputting the direct destination to Mr. Wilson's phone chip."

"It's a starting point, I guess."

The only one he had.

"Wake up!"

Sam was glad that at least the room was dimly lit; it didn't take much for his eyes to adjust. He struggled to a sitting position, and realised his hands were tied behind his back. At least he avoided a kick to the ribs.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"That doesn't matter," his captor – one of them, he presumed – said. "What matters is getting your soulmate here."

"Wha… how'd you know?"

"Tony Stark was overheard telling Pepper Potts at the hospital two days ago," the man elaborated. "Didn't take long to track you down after that, especially when you were seen talking to Steve Rogers."

"This isn't because…"

"Because what?"

"Never mind."

"No, please tell me. I'm extremely interested."

Sam had maybe picked up some bad habits from Steve. "If you don't know, I'm not gonna tell you."

"There aren't all that many Sam Wilsons who've been spotted around Stark Tower before," the man said. "In fact, you're the only one. We checked out your soulmark while you were asleep, by the way, and it matches the writing of Stark's usual autograph. We've waited a long time to find you, and now here you are."

So apparently they didn't know he was an Avenger. Nothing to do with the superhero registration act, at least, which was kind of a relief. It still proved Steve's point… which sucked. Sam really wanted to think the best of his soulmate, see his side of the debate. But Sam fought to keep the world a bit safer, and while he hated the fact that vets were largely ignored nowadays, the act wasn't a way to make sure that the good guys received credit. It was to make sure they'd pay for their actions in helping humankind. Like spitting in the fact of the paramedic who's just saved your life.

What about people who swerved their cars into trees to avoid hitting a child or animal in the middle of the road? Or innocent people who ended up in genuine trouble because they had an unexpected health problem that compromised their safety? Poor people who did good things and didn't get the support they needed, and sometimes had to pay more than they could afford because of some stupid loophole in the law?

There was no way he could agree with the act, just as there was no way he could be in favour of people not cleaning up after themselves. But if Steve died in the middle of a fight, or if Tony had died flying that nuke into space, would people have demanded that they pay for damages out of their estates?

What if paying for damages afterwards bankrupted a hero or heroine? Where was the justice in that? There was no justice in that, and it drove Sam nuts. Tony had never known poverty. Sure, he'd faced horrors most people never would, but he'd still had a good life in other respects. He didn't know how to relate to people who had no material goods and kept going in spite of it.

Why were they soulmated to each other? Sure, Sam had always had a roof over his head, but he worked with people who had nothing, or next to nothing. Tony threw money at charities, but he didn't go down among the people and learn about them. He cooped himself up, using his genius to improve the lives of people who could afford his tech and make himself more money, while there were people without even a tenth of his brains who never got a fair shot.

Honestly, discharging people from the army was almost as cruel as keeping them.

"Hey! You listening to me?"

"Not really," Sam said. "Sorry, my bad. I'm a counsellor; I should've been paying attention. I'm sure you have some extremely reasonable grievances. Tell me, and I'll see if I can help."

"Yeah, we got grievances. No money kind of grievances."

"I'm stuck with capitalists? Oh, joy."

The kick he got for that nearly broke his kneecap. Sam bit down on his tongue to hold in a cry, and breathed through the pain, trying to work the ropes off his wrists to distract himself.

"You're gonna call your soulmate for us and—"

He never found out what he was supposed to do, because the Winter Soldier burst in and took down the guy.

"The others are dealt with," he said, and he called over his shoulder. "Steve! He's in here!"

"Help me out, would ya?" Sam said, twisting so Bucky could see his restraints. They were swiftly removed, and then Bucky helped him stand. It hurt like a bitch, but Sam'd been through worse before. He was more pissed off that he'd had to be rescued. "How long was I out?"

"Steve said he saw you about an hour ago."

"That was fast."

"Should've been faster, but we didn't know you'd gone missing until you didn't even read Steve's message. Pretty cool that you can tell when a person's read a message from you, right?"

"And convenient."

"Anyway, he chewed out Stark over the phone—"

"Tony knows I'm gone?"

Bucky nodded. "Steve's old-fashioned like that; he thought your soulmate should know you were in trouble. I guess he also hoped that Stark would know if you… if you…"

"Were dead," Sam said. "My mark on him would fade."

"But you're alive, and we're getting you out of America. Steve's not leaving you behind for this to happen again."

"I'll be more careful—"

"Not gonna cut it," Steve said, joining them out of nowhere. There was blood on his cheek. "Let's go. Hawkeye brought a ride for us. And Nick Fury."

"Is he gonna throw me in jail?" Bucky asked, eventually swinging Sam into his arms and scaring the hell out of him. "Sorry, but this is faster."

"I doubt it," Steve said. "Barton would've kicked him out at a high altitude if he thought that's why Fury wanted to see us, and he's known the man a long time."

"If you say so."

"They didn't know I was the Falcon," Sam said as they hurried out the back of the building towards a `jet. "They knew I was Tony's soulmate. Seeing you talking to me today confirmed that I was the Sam Wilson they were after."

Steve's jaw clenched, and he didn't reply. Bucky helped Sam strap in, and they were soon taking off, headed God knows where.

He hoped they'd get there.

"I just sent a message to Stark, telling him you're safe," Fury said.

"Where'd you rustle this rig from?" Steve asked. "Same place as the helicarrier?"

"Got it in one, captain. Or should I say Mr. Rogers?"

Steve sighed through his nose. "So. Where are we going?"

"To a SHIELD base. It's secure, currently being used by New SHIELD."

"Maybe we need a New Avengers?" Clint remarked from the cockpit. "We could collaborate with New SHIELD, if they're on our side."

"Oh, you won't have any problem with that," Fury said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "I probably would've remained neutral, or tried to, but the director of New SHIELD… he's gonna be on your side no matter what. It's on the cards."

There must've been something significant about that, because there was only half a minute's silence before Steve tried to jump at Fury. He'd clearly forgotten he was strapped in, and nearly ripped the wall of the `jet open.

"He died!" he said.

"I couldn't let that stand," Fury said.

"What's going on?" Sam asked. The plane started to head to ground quickly, and he noticed Bucky tensing. "Hey! Settle down before we crash!"

"Coulson's alive?" Clint said, getting the plane under control.

"He's Phil Coulson," Fury said.

"…That makes sense. I guess."

"It does?" Sam asked.

"It's like saying that of course Natasha knows something. She's Natasha."

"Oh."

There was a thump, probably Clint hitting his head against the head-rest. "Really, Nick?"

"I regret nothing," Fury said. "You're gonna see him soon. Don't kill him." He checked his phone. "Stark's happy to know you're alive, Wilson. He won't try to stop you from leaving."

"You won't lose me, Tony."

Sam had made that promise before everything fell apart. He still felt incredibly guilty as they flew on, wishing he had his phone back.

Wishing they'd tried to bond so he wouldn't even need it to reassure his soulmate.

"You'll come back someday," Fury said. Sam met his eyes when he realised the former SHIELD director was addressing him.

"Yeah," he said.

But will it be soon enough? he thought.

Oh gods, I don't know where to go from there. This is making me sad. I'll have to write something happier after this. Maybe Darcy, or that Daisy/fem!Wade thing I've been thinking about. Say, what would be the female equivalent of the name Wade? Would it be Wanda? Wendy? Eh. I'll look it up later.

So yeah, got no idea how this would continue. I did want to write the fairytale ending, but this chapter's gone on long enough. I guess they'd have to send Phil in as a liaison to discuss the act with Ross (I can picture him threatening the general in the politest possible way to keep the hell away from Bruce), and then Tony and Sam could eventually be reunited. Sigh.

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