Steve Rogers | Tony Stark
It'd been the wrong question to ask, Tony knew. It was probably too soon (when wouldn't it be), and they had other things to be worrying about just now but - well. He had to know, no matter how much he already knew the answer. Filling in the blanks wasn't hard, even if Tony had none of the specifics. Whatever was left of the Avengers had assembled on Earth, and they simply hadn't been enough.
He wondered after Rhodey, after Pepper. After the rest of his make-shift family, too. Tony was not certain he could handle any more specifics though. He had enough blood on his hands, enough ash for any one life time.
"Yeah," he said after a long beat, sorry he'd brought it up, that he'd put that look on Steve's face. It seemed only wise to stare off into the flames, too, because being manful about it would make it easier, obviously. Only vague feelings allowed here by the fire. "So did we." Technically, Tony had lost first. The battle should never have even made it to Steve in the first place.