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Tony had been waiting for Steve to bring him in on this since he first heard about the situation. Nat had given him the file on the Winter Soldier as soon S.H.I.E.L.D. crashed and as soon as he found out what the guy had done, he'd dashed to Sam Wilson's where they were hiding out. (Tony liked Sam. Aside from the fact that he could fly FALCON technology, he was just a generally awesome guy. And Tony liked awesome.)
Nat had tapped into all the security cameras throughout the city and had them up on her laptop, keeping an eye out for any sign of the assassin. Steve was sat worrying at his fingernails as he watched the screens intently.
Within an hour, there he was. The Winter Soldier. Walking down the middle of the road not three blocks from them, waiting. No mask this time; no need for one. Steve inhales sharply, and the room is quiet for a moment.
'Well would you look at that,' Tony says. 'Winter is coming.'
There is a pause where nothing happens, and then Natasha and Sam are sniggering - which quickly develops into full on laughter.
Poor Steve, as usual, can only sit in confusion and wait for them to catch their breath. Tony almost regrets dropping the post-1945 reference in there at the look of innocent bewilderment, but he'd been saving that pun for this exact moment. He just couldn't resist.
'Sorry, man,' Sam amends through his giggles. 'Game if Thrones, put it on your list.'
Steve nods and rummages in his bag, but Tony raises a sceptical eyebrow.
'You have a list?'