That was sort of the thing about Steve Rogers: he went shirtless and people just sort of forgot themselves. It probably had something to do with neurons snapping or a rush of blood ruining proper brain functions but -- the truth of the matter was that there were very few unaffected people. Steve Rogers without his shirt was both a menace and a help to modern society.
It was very distracting, even if Tony had seen it before.
He'd been minding his own business, too. For the most part, he'd just been wandering around to get a better, more thorough idea of the layout of this place. And then --
Well. He stepped up beside who he could only imagine was the younger version of himself (though he wasn't really eyeing the kid up, in lieu of there being a more spectacular view) and blinked out at the river, mind filling in the blanks of the story before he even really needed to ask.
"The worst thing about Steve Rogers is that he doesn't even realize when he's doing something so ruinous," he said, and somehow sounded both incredibly tired and wistful all at the same time.