Tony's fingers closed in Steve's shirt, but only for half a second before he was being held out at arm's length with one strong hand on each shoulder. He was careful not to actually grip tight enough to hurt, but without the armour there was no way that Tony was strong enough to resist Steve.

"No, Tony."

His voice sounded tired, he looked tired.

"I'm not your punching bag, and I'm tired of being yelled at for anything that you decide is my fault. You said that we were friends now, and apparently you have feelings for me, so maybe learn to treat me with a modicum of human respect, because I sure as heck wouldn't treat anyone I cared about even a little bit this way."

He stepped back and let go.

"I think you should go and sober up, and if you think it over and want to talk to me then my door's open, otherwise I'll see you in the training room."