Listen. There were few worse ways to be woken up than by Tony's --person. Boyfriend, whatever the title was that they were working with these days -- shaking him on the shoulder in a tiny little voice and calling him Mister. Because a) he was into a lot of shit and would try even more if he was prompted to be pretending to be a youthful stranger in the bedroom was definitely not on his long list of sure, why nots. And b) it wasn't on Steve's either so that meant that --
Tony blinked his eyes open, immediately awake without need for further loafing, reflection or even coffee. It was just zero to sixty awake. And there was a little boy shaking him on the shoulder and Tony was a fucking genius, okay? He knew how to put two and two together and had lived through some pretty strange shit since arriving here in his namesake of a town -- enough to know that this kid wasn't just any kid.
"Steve?" He asked, and it wasn't really a question so much as him just --putting it out there into the world. Jesus, he was small. Smaller than even that last time, when he'd somehow lost the serum.
He was relieved to also notice, though, that last night had been one of those walk in the door and pass out sort of nights, so he was very much clothed. It would have been horrifying and terrible if he hadn't been on so, so many levels.