The old man groan spoke to an aching part inside of Steve and he sighed in sympathy. Every time he stood up, his knees creaked and hips clicked and that groan spoke to that. "Same here, got stuck inside a lot in the last few years and drawing people took up a lot of my time."
Steve didn't want to tell his young self war stories, things that would just make it all that little bit worse. It was nice to see him young and a little less world weary. The younger Tony was similar, without some of the weight of the world his own Tony was burdened with.
He sighed as he looked back out at the river and gave his shoulders a little shrug. "I'm holding up," Steve answered. "The nurse got me some medicine for the asthma, that helps a lot. What about you? You don't look too bad."