Nothing in this new world had been right, not from the first day they'd found themselves in this strange land and empty city. There was no comfort, only loss, and that was what he suspected was going on here. With the information that Anna had shared he'd known at the time that he should have spoken with Tony about it, should have told him what she's told him about the role choice had to play, but he didn't. Couldn't. He wasn't entirely sure he believed it himself; others had clearly wanted to leave and had taken efforts to do so, but they had remained until they resigned themselves to this fate. Then and only then had they disappeared.
Steve kept his own council as Tony led the way, and he was a little surprised by the darkness of the place. When the lights came on they revealed a house that was in order yet disordered in small ways, and most disordered of all was Tony. The man offered the drink and Steve noted it, but he didn't drink. He listened instead, and slowly took the proffered seat and reached for the glass. He held it with both hands and listened to the loss in Tony's voice as he spoke. The loss of the world he'd known and the people in it, the building he'd built and everything he held dear and familiar. If anyone knew how that felt it was Steve.
"You won't have to leave the suits, not all of them," he offered before he took the offered seat and leaned on the table. "You don't need the tower. You can rebuild, and unless we're going back in time I don't think you'll have a problem."
But it wasn't the suits, it wasn't the building. Steve suspected he knew what it was, because he'd been thinking the same thing. They'd get to that soon enough.