Steve felt something clench and flip seeing that sort of playful ease on Tony's face. He'd missed it, when the two of them had that easy back and forth. Waking up in the future wasn't easy and it had been making friends with Tony that had given him a bit more connection and they'd started to fill in some of the pop culture gaps for him.
It was Steve's turn to roll his eyes and he smiled as he rubbed a hand up and down the mentioned abs. "I saw, no more scrubbing for me, can't say I mind." A hand crank was still plenty manual anyway. It wasn't that he loved chopping wood, but it was a nice substitute for a punching bag when the urge hit him.
"Sure I miss pizza, but I think it's coming, there's coffee now and everything," Steve reminded him. They'd both be excited about that, even if he didn't need it Steve sure did like coffee. There was a pause and Steve couldn't help watch him, the angles of his face in the half light. Tony looked older, but somehow also better which was typical and unfair to literally everyone. "It's good knowing you're alive too. That you're here."