"Steve is fine."

A smile tugs at one corner of his lips. Steve looks him up and down, shaking his head before offering an apology.

"It's good to meet you too. I don't mean to stare." He's just picturing him twenty, twenty-five years from now, a little more mileage on him, a couple more battles and near-death experiences. "Let's have a seat."

Steve gestures to Tony's before sitting down across from him after ordering a tea for himself.

"I got a few questions, but I'm not sure what's safe to ask and what's not."