Category: ironsoldier


Tony: Don’t tell me what to do.

Bucky: Blow me.

Tony: Okay, tell me what to do.


Bucky: Sex is not dating.

Tony: If it were, Barnes and I would be dating.


Bucky: All right, you’re clearly not listening to me. I can say whatever I want.

Tony: Tell me about it.

Bucky: I murdered Barton last night.

Tony: I feel you.

Bucky: Now that I have the taste for blood, I can’t stop murdering.

Tony: Been there.


Fury: And we’re back to the obvious. Now, what’s up?

Steve: Well, uh, okay, um, I don’t want to get back together with Tony. We tried it, it was crazy, it didn’t work, but I can’t deal with the fact that he slept with my friend Bucky. So I’m just completely confused and alone.

Fury: I understand.

Steve: Got any advice?

Fury: Yes. Buck up.


Bucky: What’s wrong with you?

Tony: What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me is that you’re freakishly tall! I feel like a woodland creature.


Natasha: [talking to Tony and Bucky] Did the two of you really think you were going to get away with this?

Tony: Well… It would be stupid to say yes now.


Tony: What have you been doing with your life?

Bucky: Uh… professional killer.

Tony: Oh! Good for you, it’s a… growth industry.


Tony: I should have worn jeans.

Bucky: I should have brought my gun.


What was that?


Should be fun!


Tony: Don’t kill anybody for a few days. See what it feels like.

Winter: Alright, I’ll give it a shot.


No, don’t give it a shot! Don’t shoot anything!


Bucky: Who’s got a plan B?

Clint: Plan B? We need a plan C, D, E. We need more alphabet!

Tony: Hey! We do what we do best. We improvise, all right?