"You've been awake and defrosted for weeks before Fury decided to make me an offer I couldn't refuse." Nope, not shouting. Okay, yes shouting. Tony was far more emotional than his father had ever been, but there was something incredibly massive sitting on his chest right now (or hanging out in his ribcage playing his heart like bagpipes) and he felt like he might explode.

He did something relatively stupid for a genius, though calculated, and he stepped in front of the bag before Steve could prepare his next set of punches.

"And then you said stuff to make me do stuff and decided to ride right off into the sunset a few days later on a bike I souped up for you. Yes, that was me. You're welcome."

He was really getting worked up here, adrenaline running through his veins.

"You have my name on your arm and you left."