“Cap!” The word is actually less of a sound and more of a yelp, but if Steve ever asks, Tony is going to say that the other man misheard him use his shortened title and nothing more. Rubble behind him did not make him feel better and while Tony is all for high speed amusement rides, being thrown, fireman style, across the ample shoulders of one Steve Rogers makes him feel more like an injured Jeff Goldblum at a dinosaur theme park than Iron Man right now.

Must Go Faster even pops into his head, but he doesn’t say it, grasping at Steve’s waist instead as he listens to the roar of that great, red beast turn it’s full attention towards his poor armor.

He really liked that one too. Damn it.

“Where are you going?!” Tony finally hisses, words that actually mean something and form the basis of conversation rather than a pop culture reference or a whimper. “We need that suit!”

Or the mission is done. Peter and Bucky stay dead.

Tony’s not willing for that to happen.

“And don’t touch my butt!”