"Oh, no," Tony said, hand up to dissuade that impulse. "This is your crisis, I'm just observing." Not that Tony made a terrible blond, he could pull off anything; it was a gift. But he was a classic tall, dark and handsome, he'd put a lot of very good work into this image and now he didn't even have the Iron Man to hide behind. That was a hefty enough sacrifice for one year, he thought.
"Eat up, come on," he demanded, slapping a hand on Steve's stomach before pushing off of the bed, taking his coffee with him and kicking his chair back out of the way. "I gotta..." Think about this, honestly, and map out the shortest path from here to Cap suiting up again, but Tony finished, "I gotta drop in on Hap, then bring home the bacon for the both of us." With a smirk and wink, Tony snatched a final fry before sauntering for the door with a casual wave. Now who was going to hold the world together?