Steve tended to underestimate Tony. He’d done so on the hellicarrier, and again when Tony willingly carried that missile into space on his back. He was going to underestimate him this time too, when he showed up ready to train as was usual each morning. He didn’t smell of alcohol. Steve would have just turned him away again and Tony was tired of being dismissed.

He could take rejection, but after awhile it really got to him, made him almost reckless. And wasn’t he reckless enough already?

“Want me to pass a breathalyzer or will you take my word for it,” Tony asked, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Steve’s back.