Knowing his transgression, Tony snorted at the flinch, solid arm forcing Steve to bear cold nose against his dream heated skin and the teasing scrape of Tony's teeth in punishment for not wholly accepting and supporting Tony's minor flaws. There were a lot of them, Tony knew, and the whole messy job wasn't for anyone else's conscious but his own, but Steve could take the easy ones like morning chilled fingertips. They skimmed up Steve's belly as Tony pushed more clothes out of his way to move his kiss to Steve's hip, obviously not eager to do anything Steve was telling him to, taking the scenic route up.
"My flight is in a couple hours," he whispered, conversational but still not ready to disturb the air, shifting to bow over Steve's abs which deserved a particularly thorough worship. As if it followed naturally, he continued, "Do you know how old Spider-man is?" If Iron Man was flying out for an indeterminate amount of time, that left Captain America with two very capable Avengers that could very likely make the best of the situation. Thanks to Thor that was better than one, but still not settling well for Tony.