Steve was still getting used to the light in Tony's chest, the blue that lit their bedroom at night. But he'd liked it from the moment it had come back and Steve still liked it. At night he'd lay there, tracing the scars, mouthing at where skin met metal and while it wasn't comfortable for him and Steve hated that, it was part of him and thus Steve was into it.
He wrapped his arms around his middle, hanging loosely as he just breathed. They had right now, Tony was his and in this time that they shared for however long they had, Steve would have him. That was enough.
"Nothing," Steve said as he pulled back to look up at him. "Just leave it there until he's ready to take it back. I mean if something happens and we can use the firepower then," he shrugged as he glanced at it. "Maybe I'll try to use it. But not unless I absolutely have to."