It was probably only trust that kept them going, what with so much of what had been their friendship left in ruins. Despite being on different sides at one time and eventually coming to blows, trust remained. It would take far more for Steve to ever turn his back on Tony, he doubted he'd be capable at all really. So much of it was his own fault, he knew that, he'd always known. But how could he begin to explain?
So they lived in trust and quiet.
Steve shrugged, there was blankets, but still. It was something to do, something to focus on. He could make Tony more comfortable even if he couldn't save the world. The log caught, dried out enough that it was perfect and even if he wasn't cold Steve enjoyed the crackle of it in the quiet and the way the light played on the walls. It was reminiscent of being a child, when his mother would keep him close to the fire, to try to keep the chill from his bones.
"I noticed," Steve said as he moved to return to his bed, but he didn't lay down he took a seat on the edge, feet on the rug and elbows braced on his knees. "Most of them seem capable, few actual civilians," he was glad for that at least.