Smol!Steve and Tony
Tony walked into the common area, spying Steve and veering off in his direction. He walked in, sat down across from him, and drew in a deep breath. A breath so deep, that it seemed he had many profound things to say and there wasn't enough air in existence to say it all.
"...hi," he started with, since that was a good opener. "First, I think Genosha melted my brain. Second, before we even get into the Island from Hell, have ever heard of Just For Men? I'm thinking maybe I need to cover my gray. They make Just For Beards too. There's a saying about the carpet matching the drapes, but we're gonna just say the carpet's my goatee and not anything lower than that. I'm holding off in case it looks like this whole sad desperate anti-aging thing, like the next step is botox. Which means goodbye smiling, or any other facial expression...and that's why I'm asking a guy who doesn't age fast at all."
Tony pressed one hand to his face and sat there blissfully silent. For once in his life.