It wasn't like Tony didn't notice the way Steve looked at him sometimes. Like Tony was made up of wonder and awe and maybe he had something of a crush. Which would have been flattering and hilarious and would at least check out, but for the fact that Steve was a child and it was very wrong.
Nyx hadn't been wrong. This situation was fucky as all hell.
It only got worse at the concept of little Steve making sandwiches for a picnic because he had plans on asking Natasha to go steady with him. Tony had to take a second -- just a beat while his mind tried covering that sentence from every angle. They were children, and Steve didn't remember anything else and it shouldn't have mattered because Tony was old. Old and not even remotely attracted to the kid in front of him.
But it was still Steve, and Steve was his. They'd agreed. They'd built this -- the house, the life, all that -- together. And so it was sort of painful to hear Steve was happy to pick someone else.
Even if logically, it wasn't a big deal. Shouldn't matter. But it sort of did?
"Really?" He asked, because he realized he should probably say something. Anything. "How incredibly wholesome and romantic. Go get 'em, tiger."