Steve had always seen Tony Stark as more than most people did. He saw the act he put on and in time he'd seen that for what it really was; an act. There was so much more there and Steve was lucky to be allowed to have glimpses of that. This Tony was the same, there was the image he projected and then the vulnerableness that the image was protecting. He thought Tony was plenty special without all the showiness, maybe in spite of it.
"Back home Tony had a tower and we all had our own rooms there," Steve explained. "There was a gym and it was a good place to keep on our toes, the punching bags he made for me back there stood up to use a little better." That was another place they'd grown closer, Steve had taught Tony and they'd both loved watching him get better and better in the ring.
Steve rubbed a hand over his beard and then through his hair, a little sweaty at the temples but not overly. "You're not interrupting," he assured him. "Want to go a few rounds?"