Re: Comm: Steve/Tony
[As he walks (with a much smaller stride than he has grown used to), he listens, even though he has no idea what's being said. It's chattering to him, like old street vendors in Hell's Kitchen.
He's breathing—not hard, but audibly when Tony says his name.] I'll push through it somehow, Tony. [It's a small hike to the lab, but he makes it. Outside the door.] Do I... knock?