"Absolutely it would depend, Lauren Sullivan would say you're the Devil himself from what I remember," Steve said with a snort. They all shared that terrible feeling, in varying degrees. Worrying about Tony not wanting to marry him was far easier than coming to terms with going back to where he was from and knowing he was dead there. It sat in his chest like a stone. There were people here who didn't want to be, who wanted to go back, but they weren't those people. Steve wanted to stay, he wanted his people to stay. Here he had everything and going home meant giving up the love and family he'd never had the chance to truly have before. Things had changed but Steve felt for here and now, everything was as it should be.
Bucky knocked against him and Steve sighed, letting go a little of the tension and anxiety he'd been carrying around in his chest. He was right, he needed to just say what he felt and from there Tony could make his own choice. Steve turned and wrapped his arms around the other man's shoulders as he pulled him into a hug. "Just when I think we've got there, that end just gets a little further down the road," Steve said quietly into his hair.