It was weird, his relationship with Steve. Tony wasn't usually one to keep 'friends', especially after what happened with Stane. He had Rhodey and now he was gone, but the relationship between them was less mutual than the friendship he had slowly formed with Rogers. There was a certain kinship there that even Tony didn't quite understand, and although he and Rhodey had fought together in the past, Steve's moral simplicity seemed to keep Tony grounded. There was an unspoken understanding between them. Tony had things he didn't exactly want to be rushed into talking about, and Steve didn't rush him. It was the first time someone had respected Tony's pace of healing, people usually tried to force him into talking, perhaps to try and avoid his self destruction from kicking in, but not Steve. That was probably why he was the one sitting in Tony's apartment, not Clint, Natasha or Thor. That, and out of all of them, Steve would understand the most. Tony knew that much about him.
"At least one of them is portable, that's true." He said it a bit blankly, staring off at his wall as he finished his glass. "I suppose I can rebuild it again. It was easier with Toni's help last time, the designs were done twice as fast, but if I bring the blueprints that shouldn't be an issue." Silence. "You saw what Anna said?" His jaw tightened and his body tensed as he wrestled with himself to repeat the words. "About them wanting to leave?" He gave a crooked smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I was just able to sleep in my own bed again and then she dropped that one on us."