"Pie-eyed, really?" He laughs out loud. "You know, that rubbed me the wrong way at first, big time. I couldn't figure out if you were making fun of me or not, without any cultural reference points. God, you annoyed me."

He closes his eyes at the brush of thumb along his lower lip--so, maybe he has a bit of a thing for sucking on fingers, does that count as an oral fixation?--but he is clearly more than happy to spoon up behind Tony. The height difference is ideal; he can tuck his chin into the other man's hair and fold his legs up against the backs of his knees.

"We told Rogers to make sure Loki gets out with the scepter, without killing anyone," he says. "Pitting Stark against him would be a disaster. But you were already ready to poke holes in SHIELD when you got in there. I think I'll encourage that. You were going to leave him breadcrumbs already. I'll give him a nudge. Tell him HYDRA has infiltrated them, I think. But without letting him know how deep it goes."

That has the added benefit of being backup, in case younger-Steve gets killed or runs off to find Bucky when he's told he's still alive. Someone will still be around to prevent Project Insight from seeing completion. And younger-Tony doesn't have to really trust Steve's intel to want to dig into it. He's inquisitive. It's his nature.

"You got a smooth finish, all right," he drawls in Tony's ear, deliberate innuendo tinging his voice.

And then he squeezes him gently closer. "The other me can have Bucky to himself. I don't...it'd be too much, even seeing him again. I gotta let him be dead this time. To me, at least." Watching a friend die twice is two times too many, but for the moment, the clench of grief in his chest is eased by the pressure of Tony's back against his skin.

"I'm all yours. I'll try not to give your younger version any dirty thoughts."