Tony didn't exactly like Steve, actually. They had fought each other and then fought together and while Steve had come to the rescue of sorts when he had fallen, that didn't make them friends. Tony didn't do friends, and if he did, they would be robotic AIs or Bruce Banner.

Not oddly muscular, blond, blue eyed super soldiers who use to hang out with his dad. Actually, especially not oddly muscular, blond, blue eyed super soldiers who use to hang out with his dad. His dad was still partially on his shit list.

These things happened.

Still, he stretched out against the mattress as if he was on the beach, cheek on his forearm. "Do what you've got to do."