Tony drew his hand back. With the armor protecting him, the only causality of the night was the mirror itself. Management would have more words for him, no doubt. Let them.

HYDRA. HYDRA. HYDRA.

Home. Home. Home.

Tony repeated them in his head like a mantra.

"A sick dog's still just a dog." Tony's voice came out at a breathless monotone. All his emotions were shut away behind a wall, unsure of how long before it would give if he stayed.

Mercy? Regret? Sorrow? Tony was so far removed from himself he couldn't say why he was honestly sparing the man outside of simple pragmatism. He passed Bucky in an arc as he made for the hall, never taking his eyes from the man.

"Wander off and bite someone and I won't be the only one on your tail. But I will be the first."