"Ah..." the modulated voice deterred, no longer imitating Tony as Iron Man rose in a smooth motion to follow Captain America in his sprawl to hunch over him again, a splayed hand out to stop him. He crouched in the remains of the burst wall, both dusted with ash. The man just had to lie down and stop fighting. He had always been an Avenger since the creator had rescued him from the ice. He always would be. He just had to lie down. Those other two were villains from the start. They should never have been trusted. They only worked for each other. The archer was another force entirely. He had hurt the Iron Man once, before it had learned, when it was still slow, but he had proved powerful. Useful. Like the Captain. They were all heroes.
Gentle again, Iron Man's hand pushed carefully down on Captain America's chest to make him lay back. Three of his ribs had been fractured from the blow, one splintered into his tissue, his temperature already spiking from the stress. He would not recover if he did not lie down. Then Iron Man's fingers curled over his jaw, touching carefully to his cheek while his thumb pressed under his chin. "You should not fight. You should trust me. I know what this world needs. I am in control," he said, quiet and again flat and emotionless. "You can hate me, but you must trust me."