It wasn't like Tony had forgotten about his own fate or anything he just -- didn't seem able to align it with the now. And even if he was able to, he wouldn't be thinking about that right now. This was about Steve going off and threatening a werewolf with his asthma, okay?
It was kind of hard to be mad at someone for acting on their very nature though, try as Tony might. Now that he'd looked Steve over, was aware he was fine beyond a little scuff and bruise -- well. He sighed and took a drink of his coffee - perfectly made because Steve always remembered how he liked it best. "Yeah," he said finally. "I'm a sucker for coffee. Don't be so smug. I'm still mad."
This courtyard needed benches in it. It wasn't exactly a thought that mattered this second, but it was what had come up anyway.