Tony was smart. Of course he'd known something had happened, but even with Steve telling him -- vague details, at best -- Tony was still likely to make up a few details on his own. Well, not make up, exactly. He'd come up with a math equation that fit all the variables and come up with some sort of answer based on facts. It was just what he did.
A long time coming. Maybe. That wasn't lacking in accuracy, he supposed. Considering that Steve wasn't the sort to ever Talk about things, it shouldn't have been much of a surprise that he'd let things go unsaid for a span nearly eighty years. That didn't mean Tony had to like it, or that he wouldn't feel insecure. Second best was simply the first loser, after all.
He chewed his bottom lip for a moment before heaving out a sigh. "Honesty isn't something I doubt in you, Steve," he admitted after a beat, slightly warmed by his admission. At least, this kind of honesty was not doubted. "Omission, though." Well. He didn't finish that thought because he didn't want to get into it. He wanted to get over it.
"So, what?" He asked after a beat. "You just shook hands and called it a lose/win, best of luck to you in the future?"
Tony wondered, a little, if he was making too big a deal out of this.