Tony. That was such a great name. It suited him, Steve should have guessed it. Should have known it. Maybe he had. Either way it was great and Steve smiled as he rocked back and forth on his heels. "Tony," he repeated. "Tony Stark." Steve liked how it felt in his mouth, the way they moved around the words, he could get used to saying that.
It was a relief to know Bucky was there, he was down the street and again Steve kind of felt like he'd known that. He looked around the room, then back at Tony, rubbing his forehead. "I don't know what I did yesterday or how I got here?" He finally said. But he was keeping calm and not just because his chest felt tight.
"Do I live here?" Steve asked after a moment, although it was nearly a statement.