Tony feels Steve tucking him close to his body like he'd feel the final locks of the armor shutting him inside. He quells the distant protests about being fine and not needing to be coddled and closes his eyes. Beneath his ear, Steve's heart beats, as strong and steady as a metronome. Tony's worse thoughts are momentarily overridden. "Faded, for the most part," he mumbles, then admits, "though I probably shouldn't stare into any bright screens for a while."
"So keep your phone away from you," Steve jokes. "Got it." He's aware that Tony isn't likely to tempt fate anyway - maybe he would have once, when he was younger, but these days he seems to be more aware of his body and the effects of abusing it. "No Angry Birds for the rest of the night."
Tony chuckles lowly. When was the last time he even played a mobile game? Maybe he needs a vacation. Somewhere nice, like—like the Bahamas. Take that little getaway his parents were robbed of. He could bring Steve, too. "You're just afraid I'd beat your high scores without even trying," he ribs.
"You'd just cheat and hack the game," Steve teases right back. "Come on, you use a targeting computer, what kind of aim do you have?" Thanks to the serum, Steve has uncanny accuracy and an excellent eye for physics, although he's never actually tested how that might carry over to video games.
Tony sets aside the vacation idea as quickly as he gets it. There's too much to be done, to prepare and watch out for. "Well, I'm no Clint Barton," he confesses, "but I do know trajectories and how to best wreck a place." He bites his cheek against his brain adding, Just ask a huge swath of the Middle East.
"I believe that," Steve agrees wryly. He doesn't know about Tony's internal conflict, doesn't even think about his past. "Maybe not the same way as Banner, but that's a whole other kind of redecorating." He wonders, not for the first time, where Bruce is, how he managed to disappear so completely, if they should've tried harder to find him. Maybe there's something of his own past rearing its head in that train of thought.
"Right, because I do it with style, which is worth like a bajillion extra points. Ergo, easy high score," Tony declares, waving a hand lazily and glossing over the mention of Bruce. That's another rabbit hole Tony can fall into if he lingers near it, and Steve needs him with him in the here and now.
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