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Steve was unbelievably tired of people telling him no. Of people insisting that what he wanted was impossible, that the people of Panem didn't stand a chance against Stane and the overwhelming might of the Capitol. They seemed to think Steve had never bothered to spare a thought for what it would actually take to mount a successful revolution, as if he thought freedom and justice could be won by enough people deciding that was what they wanted and standing up against the Capitol. (To be perfectly fair, it wasn't entirely baseless to assume Steve hadn't entertained too many thoughts about organized action, considering his own legless attempts at disturbing the status quo. But those had taken place on a personal level, they were more about stirring the pot and making his own stances clear than actually building to a revolution.)
He should have expected as much coming from Stark, but it stung nonetheless. He'd entertained a brief moment's hope when Stark had begun things on such a civil note, but this was reading more and more like yet another attempt to persuade Steve to fall in to line. Play the game. Stop expecting anything to change, because the odds were impossibly stacked against them.
Stark clearly wasn't done speaking though, not by any stretch of the imagination, and Steve felt his jaw clench tighter as the man started ticking off all the things Steve didn't have. He very badly wanted to snap that he knew what tides were, thanks, but Stark barreled right on through that particular dig, barely stopping to take a breath. (Besides, he wouldn't put it past Stark to demand that Steve explain to him what tides were, then, and even if Steve knew enough about them to use them in a damn metaphor, it didn't mean he had the knowledge to give a detailed definition, and wouldn't Stark just love that, another chance to call Steve stupid.)