"Laptop," Tony replies automatically, though considering the computers Steve probably saw back in the 40s, he could be talking about a regular desk top. But that wasn't important. They really shouldn't be having this conversation while standing in the middle of the kitchen.
He moves to the island counter in the middle of the room, leaving his poor sandwich behind, and sits down on one of the stools, pushing another one towards Steve with his foot to indicate he should join him.
"I can't believe nobody fucking told you anything. I mean, I knew it was a bad idea, but it was going to get out anyway."