It seemed like an unfair question, how far Tony would go for Rhodey. Particularly after everything that had happened. His best friend had nearly died, and that was on Tony. It always would be. But that, maybe, was beside the point. Tony didn't think he'd actively lie to one friend in order to protect another. Not the way Steve had anyway. And if he did, Rhodey would probably be the first one to smack him upside the back of the head and tell him off for being an idiot.
He glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, exasperated. "No, I don't think you can only be friends with me. I'm shitty, but I'm not that shitty. And I get wanting to keep your friend safe." He didn't get why it should have automatically been at the cost of another friendship, though, like it had been some sort of black and white decision. He and Steve had had some tense times in the past, but Tony had really thought they'd gotten over all that bullshit.
"But get over yourself, Rogers. You can't go crying about how no one but him knows the real you one second and then go around alienating everyone the next. You can't possibly think I decided to befriend you because you're a national icon."