Steve had noticed the bright streak through the sky. There was little else it could be these days, and not long after Iron Man had touched down, Steve was walking out to join him. His gait was still a little bit off. The walk of someone in pain, and trying to conceal in, and when he joined Tony in the grass he sat down carefully.
He looked tired. and for a moment didn't say anything, just looked at Tony, relieved and sad, and grateful that he had come home. Well...not home.