"Fancy that," Tony repeated, somewhere between dazed and teasing because of course Steve would say that. He'd just pop back to how he was supposed to be and he oh, neat'ed it. Of course.
He'd be mad if he wasn't so happy about it. Not that he'd disliked the other version of Steve, obviously, just --this one was healthier by every measure, and he knew Steve liked this better so. Yeah. He was pleased. And he wasn't going to lie, he liked that Steve could basically just pick him up again with no trouble.
Like now. "Hey," he said, melting into the hug because it felt good, because Tony didn't know he'd been needing it. And it was just really fucking nice to have a win tonight.