Re: Comm: Steve/Tony I didn't do it. You were right. It was a bottle—or close. A team of people, but not me. [Steve looks down at himself. That way, no one can see his expression. He's quiet for a bit. Even as Tony doesn't break for so much as a breath. To hear about Howard..., it makes him feel both better and worse all at once. A strange reminder of what he had once been, and all the people who had been there too. And how much he misses them, even when he doesn't know it.
'Fix it.' Steve doesn't cry about it, but he feels the disappointment in himself well up in constricted throat.—He doesn't hate himself, or pity himself, but—he'd just never expected to go back to how he was. And the experience—of being in a healthy, strong body versus his own (and this one is his own, isn't it? The other, like the suit. A symbol.) creates such a dissonance, it's difficult to cope with. It has only been a handful of hours, after all.
There's a terse nod as Tony tells him to step up—and he does so.] Do I climb in? Can I... touch it?