Steve Rogers | Tony Stark
They were going to have to face it, that giant thing they were pretending wasn't there. But there would be another day, a better time to try to work that out into something- well workable. Steve felt too tired to try that now, too ruined and like he was only just managing one foot in front of the other. Everyone was dead, half the universe and that crushed him under the incredible weight of it.
It was a house, there would be room enough for two either temporarily or not. But until things got sorted, until they figured out what next and where to, what Steve had salvaged was enough to share. One bed would separate into two, blankets as well, Steve didn't much feel the cold anyway.
Steve had managed a few hours, of course he'd wake up sitting upright already practically on his feet as the horror of it pushed him from asleep to awake. But he was used to that, you didn't fight in a war and come out the other side unscathed, not ever. It was lucky really that Steve didn't have his mouth full when Tony asked his question, because he would have choked.
Instead he stayed quiet for a moment, watching the fire and then moving to turn some of the meat not wanting it to spoil. How could he answer something like that? "We lost," Steve finally said, mostly to the coals.