Tony shifted again, because as much as he was into the idea of sitting in Steve's lap (who wouldn't be?) it was less comfortable than one might think when it also involved the hard floors of the gym. He tilted his head back a little, stealing a kiss that might have been meant for his jaw and feeling zero remorse over it. "Gotta get up," he murmured, because if they were gonna have some more cuddle time or something similar he might have preferred it at their place, on a bed or a couch.
"Yeah. I think she'd be in your corner. One hundred percent. Well. Forty eight percent until you actively apologized about the whole -- you know. Siberia thing. But then one hundred percent, sure."