"What?" was Tony's immediate response, barely waiting for Steve to get the whole word out. Where the people had parted like the velvet curtain for Steve to march passed and put Tony's humiliation on display, they now gathered and crowded each other in the door to watch curiously as the drama unfolded. Tony had to figure out how to use his own two feet first, trying to shake the fog out of his head and encourage the blood back into his fingertips with clenching fists. It wasn't really working and it didn't really matter, so Tony let himself fall forward to give Steve's chest a shove for standing in his fucking way and thinking any of this was his place or anywhere near appropriate or something he could just get away with because he was so much fucking better than everyone. "Don't touch me," Tony hissed, the threat in his eye and his hands still in fists.