Things had been.... quiet lately, Tony decided. After last month it was probably a good thing really, that things weren't falling apart all over the place, no one was waking up as kids, there were no monsters chasing anyone through the streets, things were fine - quiet was fine. Steve was gone, his Steve. And now he'd lost two of his friends, he didn't like thinking about where they might have gone, they were just gone, back home maybe, hopefully. And all the kids he'd befriended when he'd been a kid too were now adults, at least a decade older than him, and more than that in most cases.
He was just in some strange in between space.
So he had been spending a lot of time at home, tinkering in his workshop working on a couple on going projects, gathering his data from the doors, which seemed to only really raise up more questions than answers. But it was fine, he was figuring things out. He could handle this.
What he had been unprepared for though was Steve knocking at his door. The older Steve. And Tony just stood there for a second his brain taking just a second to catch up to the obvious. "Steve! Hi, hey, come in, you okay? I didn't ... I mean we weren't - this isn't-" He stopped himself and took a breath, "Hey, what's up?" It was fine, he could handle this.