That almost worked. Tony took a deep breath, feeling his chest burn, his frustrated frown taking a transparent turn to confusion before he shoved Steve back again for his tentative attempt. "Take your shot!" he demanded, without quite the fearless challenge in his voice that he had intended. It sounded enough like begging to his own ears that he gave in to this alien arrangement and gave Steve his space, releasing him and slumping to the side to sit heavily on the once pristine floor.