"My life isn't worth yours." The words tumble and tumble back around in his head, like an overloaded dryer on the heavy cycle. Thump, thump, thud. He's angry, he realizes. That Steve thinks that little of himself. That Maria agrees with him.
Not that Tony ever would have let those people die, of course not, but... He loses the ability to breathe for a second when Steve goes on, shaking his head.
"Uh... no. That was like a week ago, Captain-of-Everything." He works his jaw and tries to make sense of this. Wait. He snaps his fingers, looking up at Steve sharply then. "Date, now. What's the date?"