Steve has no objection to being Tony's furniture, apparently. He's afraid to touch much, to actively help him up, but he holds his stance obligingly and puts his free hand against his back lightly to steady him. He should sit. They should both sit, but short of manhandling him to a chair, Steve can't force the issue, so he'll just...

Just watch Tony being wobbly and vulnerable while pretending he's nothing of the kind. Why the hell is this so endearing? Drunks usually annoy Steve more than anything else, but as Tony turns toward him he's struck by an urge to kiss him for the second time in the last ten minutes.

Not gonna happen, of course. You don't take advantage of a friend who's intoxicated. Still, depending how close Tony gets to Steve's actual chest, he may be able to feel his heart rate pick up.

So the playful questioning hits Steve when he's already caught slightly off-balance, figuratively speaking, and he turns pink. "Hey, don't say that about T'Challa, he's a hell of a stand-up guy."

"I...look, I meant...I was involved in the theater, after all. Selling war bonds, and traveling with the USO. There were a lot of opportunities, and I didn't have a thing with Peggy yet at that point, and there was a real learning curve, dealing with this big a physical change."

He looks ashamed about this, not just embarrassed. "Stress, and hormones all over the place, I guess. You don't wanna hear the details."