Smol!Steve and Tony
That was true. Steve often let him do the sass master talking, and either disapproved (when it made the situation worse faster) or just let it roll without much comment (meaning Steve might be secretly thinking the same thing). Then again, Steve was a bit more patient than he was, so that might explain it too.
"Ok, that's rude. Morgan thinks I'm sixty, tops. And Happy does smile. I've seen it once and it was horrifying. Thing is, he's got perma resting bitch face, but he's not a bad guy. Little cranky in traffic, but who isn't? It's traffic. If you want to see him go ballistic, get him in L.A. traffic and I'll ask him to hit the next off ramp for a drive through. It's bad."
He blew out a puffy faced exhale and rubbed a hand at the side of his own neck, like he was kneading a crick out of it.
"It is weird but it's not permanent. You got your inhaler right?" Tony stopped himself since he didn't need to go into micro-manage dad mode at Steve. That would be too weird. "Update. There seems to be one doctor behind it, so far. A guy calling himself Sinister. Last name Essex. Coming up empty handed on leads. I'll keep sending over what we know to SHIELD and hopefully we can get a hit at some point."