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"So do we have a way to break this yet?"
The question was met with furtive headshaking from Hill along with Bruce and a sharp spear of hurt that Tony would have customarily found tough to ignore if the person on the other end was someone else entirely, but forced himself to soldier onward.
"Well, let me know when you find something. I've got things to do. Armor to fix and all that."
As he pulls up the info on the arm, Tony hears Steve clear his throat to say something and turns his attention to focusing on the armor. And the new, intrusive mental bond that he didn't want or ask to have.
Stupid magic.