Tony | Superman
Tony had almost felt a little bit like he was getting a hold of the situation, sure maybe he'd spilled his drink all over his hopefully new friend, but like he wasn't going to completely melt down about it, and he had a solution ready just in case and it was all going to be fine. Right up until Steve came along and Tony felt himself go bright red at his comment and was fairly certain he was about to spontaneously combust as Steve disappeared just as quickly as he'd interjected himself into the conversation.
Old Fashioned just seemed confused while Tony dropped his head down to the bar top and groaned, hoping maybe the floor might just open up under him and swallow him whole so he didn't have to go on any more. "It's a long and embarrassing story," He muttered rather than actually tell Old Fashioned about his recent run ins with shirtless Steves.
He did turn his head just a little to glance at the other guy though when he reassured him it was fine, lifting his head again when he mentioned acid. "Someone spilled acid on you before?" He asked aghast, "You're ... I mean you were okay after that?"