"This is fussing," Steve mumbled sleepily, a small smile in the corner of his lips, eyes easing open slowly to look patiently at Tony, arching an eyebrow after a moment. "What I can do to make you stop stressing?" he asked with a smile that held a mixture of amusement and concern, "I'm all right, Tony...We're all right," he added for good measure, reaching up his far hand to grip the back of Tony's neck with a reassuring pressure.