Re: [Facility: Tony/Steve]
[It wasn't dismissiveness, but Tony certainly made no effort to correct any impression that he was giving, now or otherwise. Sometimes he was even intentionally callous, just to keep expectations low. Tony was always flippant, especially when he was upset, and even his anger had more frustration than acid. Learned behavior, perhaps. Tony had certainly never wanted his parents to know when he cared about something, not after the first twenty disappointments in his first six years of life.
Tony stayed up in the air, locked up in his armor, digging graves with an ease that took most of the struggle and, arguably, the importance, right out of the process. He didn't say anything about the dried blood, squishy bodies or the cold, and he let JARVIS do the cataloging, listening as the sedate voice quietly read off statistics in his: ear, race, height, weight, injury, distinctive features, visible attire.
Tony's mind was on numb auto-pilot when he saw Steve stop. He waited a moment, but when the small figure on the ground didn't get up again, the armor dropped slowly, even gracefully, out of the air at the opposite end of the latest row. He let the face plate slide up, and then the helmet came free entirely, exposing the line of neck and black-clad shoulder. This armor sacrificed safety for mobility.
He walked over, dropped one gauntlet down, and without further hesitation, picked up Steve's elbow to pull him standing and into a very cold embrace, the opposite arm around his back.]