Tony rolled his shoulders and Steve moved to grip them easily in both hands. He was careful not to push too hard, but was still firm as his thumbs rubbed up the hard muscles in his neck, pressing at each knot in turn. Of course he was always tense, Steve was used to it and he enjoyed being the one who helped him unwind. One hand moved up into his hair and rubbed at his scalp in firm circles and the other rubbed at his jaw where he always tensed it when he was thinking about a problem.
"I bought you dinner, not the whole town," he reminded him. "I have interest in you surviving and while you're very impressive, I think you're still a mortal who required nutrients now and then," Steve murmured as he rubbed his hand from his scalp back down his neck.
"I got the fire going at home, it won't be cold there," he reminded him.