Steve didn't miss the attention, that was for sure. The people taking his picture, calling his name in the street. People wanting for him to find a way to fix everything and everyone. So being here, with people he cared for, even if they weren't all there? It was something worth hanging on to.
He grasped Tony by the waist, tugging him up on top of him, best seat in the house. "Once or twice," Steve agreed. Tony felt good, he always did, but the weight of him in that moment felt calming, that reminder that he was still here with him.
"You the jealous type?" Steve asked as he pressed a kiss to Tony's throat, dragging his mouth up toward his ear. "You're usually very good at sharing."