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(In the Siberian bunker, just before Zemo began Evil Mastermind Gloating).
"Fury thought you would need help," Pietro said, after he raced in and wrapped up Rogers, Barnes and Zemo in unbreakable cables.
"Weren't you supposed to be dead?" Tony asked.
Pietro shrugged. "I heal fast."
"You can tell Fury that I had it handled," Tony said grumpily. He'd been all full of adrenalin and ready for action, and now he was restless with no outlet.
And then the video began playing.
"Fuck, ok, maybe old one-eye was right," Tony said after listening to Rogers' impassioned defense of his innocent assassin buddy. Tony refrained from kicking him. He picked up Rogers and Barnes, one under each arm of the Iron Man suit, and stomped outside to the quinjet they'd stolen from him.
Pietro hauled in Zemo, less than gently, and dumped him in the back. Apparently he had no love for the Sokovian who had run a covert kill squad.
"So, where were you all this time?" Tony asked Pietro as he took off the suit and prepared the jet for takeoff.
"Tahiti," Pietro said. "It's a magical place."
"Huh. Sounds nice. I guess your sister will be glad to hear you're alive."
"Sister?" Pietro's brow creased. "What sister?"