There’s an internal conversation going on right now, and Tony can see signs of it all over Steve’s face. He doesn’t have time to do much, for even though his brain has already figured out what’s going to happen, his body doesn’t quite manage to catch up. Thankfully, Tony’s known for quite some time that his body, no matter how hard he works it and how far he pushes it, just isn’t up to par with his brain power. The Iron Man suit, standing sentry, is the result of that understanding.

Tony doesn’t have the physical resources to protect himself from Steve Rogers, but he doesn’t need to. All it takes is one threatening move and the armor is there to pry the offending hand off of him.

“Woah!” It’s more of a grunt than anything and Tony sets a hand out towards the armor. “Just land is somewhere!”

Five words is probably too much, though. Tony needs to divert his attention to the lighter haired version of his lover before he gets his face pounded in.

“Wrong guy to ask,” he hurries up to say, mostly to keep the panic from taking over. He remembers being this close to Steve without their clothes off before. It would be too easy to slip into that mode again. Thankfully, it’s not really fear that he feels right now, it’s anger. This whole situation is supposed to be helping the world, but they’re on a spiraling course to crash into it instead. Tony grits his teeth. “I’m not the resident expert on your bestie. And you should look into Altoids.”