Tony just got reunited with his cell phone. He remembered he'd a black StarkPhone for business. He didn't remember this audaciously painted red-and-gold one. He stared at it, puzzled, as Steve urged him to take it.

"This one is for your private calls," he explained nevertheless as he took a seat beside Tony.

"I have two phones?"

"That I know of? Yeah."

Tony awkwardly turned it on with a swipe of his finger.

"I… don't remember the password."

"It's OK. Baby steps. There's no rush. Stephen says it's gonna take time –"

"When I walk out the room, I see everyone – I don't remember, of course, what happened in between – but I can tell a long stretch of time had passed between this back-up memory and recent events. At breakfast, Thor looked at me like I just threw up in his cereal bowl. Half the time people get mad at me and I don't even know why. I must've done something, haven't I?"

Steve eased the phone away from Tony's shaky grip. In that ever reassuring voice, he said, "Let's help you get better first. Everything else can wait."