"Of course I was," Tony said, rolling his eyes almost playfully. "I was hiding in plain sight." Tony was big on the news, in the tabloids, wherever, really. There wasn't a move he made outside of the Tower that wasn't written about nearly immediately. He wondered how long it had taken the news to report that Tony'd gone up into space that last time.
He'd been about to call Steve just before that. It felt like forever ago, now. Had Steve known then? Tony wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"I did just build a washing machine," he admitted. "Sorry to your beating clothes up against rocks or your abs method, but I hate laundry and refuse to do it that way. I'd refuse to do it at all if it was possible. Alpha Peter and I worked out a hand crank machine. But you know you, you just go ahead with the wood chopping. I know you like doing it." Steve had definitely taken from his pile back on Clint's farm.
"Listen," he went on, "I don't mind it. The fires, you carrying stuff. The rest. It's good knowing you're alive. That Pete's alive. I wouldn't trade that. But you can't tell me you don't miss pizza at least a little."