No, Tony wasn't unhappy in the least, he really wasn't. He liked it here. He loved people here. A lot. More than he'd ever really thought he'd had the capacity for. The only problem with this place, really, was the sense of guilty that Tony often sat with for not exerting more energy trying to find a way for everyone to leave. Because some people did want to leave. They had homes, lives, people to get back to. And Tony tinkered and went over details but -- he wouldn't really say he was trying his hardest at it anymore. He didn't know if that was a failure on his part or not.
"You'd better love me," Tony snarked, fingers drumming on his work table until he swiveled around in his chair to face Steve, all wry humor and fondness. "Because otherwise I just look easy, and that's not on brand at all, you know."