"O… kay…"
"Yeah. Sorry. This isn't meant to be creepy at all."
"You were a kid."
"I was. An astute observation."
Tony stood by the door and stayed mum as Steve walked about Captain America's – for lack of a better word – shrine. The far wall had a collage of black-and-white photographs from the 40s, there were war bond posters framed by a bookshelf stocked with Captain America comic books... and Tony couldn't have looked even more distressed when Steve approach the floor-to-ceiling screen sets and control pads.
"Is this what I think it is?" Steve gestured at the stack of CDs all labelled with dates. "Surveillance tapes?"
"To my defense, we didn't know –"
"You didn't know."
"Well OK, I didn't know if the body SHIELD dug up was really you. I had to be sure! If it helps, this hasn't been in use since you woke up."
Tony's lips thinned when Steve spun around and sighed. This is it, Tony thought. Here comes the righteous scolding.
"Thank you."
No?
"Anytime. Even you have a narcissistic side after all. I can wallpaper the Tower with your mugshots if you like."
But Steve merely chuckled and started thumbing through the comics. And what else could he say to that?
"You're most welcome, Steve."