“Going to have to, but we’ll have to tiptoe around Thor until we do it. That axe used to be his hammer, right? He’s going to be able to do his stringless yo-yo trick and that could get messy.” Tony would pin the blue ribbon for most things on Steve’s chest, but strength and the pseudo-mystical properties that came innately in Thor would steal the prize away from the man sitting across from him, swallowing whatever had just tickled his fancy. Tony’s eyebrows lift in interest, though he doesn’t ask why Steve looks so amused, nor does he really expect an answer.

There’s allowed to be mysteries between them yet.

“I remember how stubborn you used to be, so I’m thinking that we’re going to have to talk to you.” He lifts a hand before Steve can protest. “Stubborn,” he repeats before adding, “and more understanding. I won’t listen to reason. I think I spent the entire time with Banner trying to get him to embrace the part of himself that killed a few hundred people in Harlem. I don’t trust me.”

And Tony’s come a long, long way to be able to say that.