Re: Comm: Steve/Tony
['Dad.' Steve smiles, something soft, at his shoes that swamped around newly small feet. He doesn't remember if he's heard Tony call Howard 'Dad,' and something about it—the exception—is endearing. He chooses not to argue about the fact that him being sick—the sort of sick he is, anyway—isn't something to be fixed. Not really. Instead, he nods at the attempted comfort, recognizing it for what it is.] I know.
[Obediently, Steve does as both Tony and JARVIS say. He lifts his arm and tries to remain as still as possible. It's somewhat difficult, but he manages well enough.
Blue eyes turn upward at the mention of blowing shit up. Again. Dryly.] It's okay. I don't need to blow shit up. Can I use my shield?