With a bleary eyed expression, Tony half stares at Steve and half seems to be processing everything he’s said. There’s a lot to go over and his mind isn’t really clouded enough by alcohol to make it slow down enough so he can think properly. There’s too much of a jumble and he can’t help but wonder how many times Steve’s looked on a face that is exactly like his making the same expressions his is making and known all about the synapses firing behind his eyes. In Tony’s head, they’ve been together for a long time, not just a few days.

Looking at Steve now feels a little like looking at Pepper. The guy must really know him, and that’s comforting. The only trouble is that Pepper won’t be gone for too much longer and Tony really doesn’t want to lose the moment. Not when Steve has a lot to tell him. Tony is still battling his guilt and trying to atone for all of the lives he’s taken through the weapons he’s produced.

What better way to atone than to save the entire damned world?

“JARVIS, order from that place I like,” Tony says, pulling himself off of the couch to pour himself another drink.

“Burgers or pizza, sir?” JARVIS has obviously had to guess multiple times in the past.

“Pizza,” Tony says, already at the bar again. “The Captain and I are going out before Ms. Potts returns. I want the pie waiting for us.”