Tony started shaking his head when Steve said 'team dynamics', but kept his lips pursed like he held his tongue expectantly--and it clearly pained him. It was difficult to argue once Steve was finished his piece, though. Tony relaxed enough for his lips to part, but he didn't know where to begin and licked his lips instead as he set his food aside on Steve's table, bringing him further up the bed to brace a hand by Steve's opposite hip as Tony leaned back.
"What are you afraid of?" he eventually asked. If Steve was going to be focusing on dealing with it, there wasn't any reason to put it off. Tony had a lot of fears, but it wasn't ever the fear that paralyzed him. The realization, maybe, but that was very different from an emotional seizure. Before Steve had to answer, Tony said, "Because I'm afraid there wouldn't be any team that could have survived that infection, not after the Tower came down. None of us were prepared, I should have seen it coming but...there's always going to be something I don't see. That's what you're supposed to be for, you're supposed to make me listen. And I got your back, too, you know." There hadn't been any need to say that before today, and there should have been even less doubt now with Tony raising his hand to hold the chain under his shirt. It was a little hard not to take it personally. Still, "Whatever you decide. Just, you shouldn't be afraid of anything."