"Ooops! It means are we good, you and me. No hard feelings? Maybe someday I can hop in the suit and we can duke it out for fun instead. I wouldn't mind going a few rounds as long as you and I were doing it for a laugh. Not because...other stuff."
Tony stood up, walking toward the thick glass wall.
"Hey. That wasn't your fault. Someone else did that to you and we need to find them. We're gonna need help making 'em pay. So you and Bruce both need to understand that. I mean, however this works. It's not your fault. You lost your shit big time. I've done it before too. It happens."
Usually without a body count involved. He tried to hide a wince.