Was it unfair to have asked Steve for details? Tony wasn't sure, he really wasn't -- and he didn't have much time to think about it before he was tumbling down in a twist of limbs and surprise until he was in Steve's lap. He twisted, squirmed, turned a little until he was his own person again all while still being wrapped up in Steve. It wasn't something he disliked -- Tony was never opposed to pressing near the person he'd picked as his own - but this time it did feel a little more desperate.
Of course. Steve had just seen him die, no doubt.
But that shouldn't have been a reason to apologize.
"Steve," he pressed, tone quiet but firm, his hands flat against Steve's waist and chest, their noses close together. He wanted his answers, but it could wait a bit. "It's okay." It was okay that it had happened, it was okay that Steve was sad. It was just okay because it hadn't really happened yet, and here they both were: present in relatively good health, all things considered.