Rollling his shoulders back and then forward, and then tilting his head to either side, Tony climbed into the ring behind Steve, more graceful than he had been in the last few days. Alcohol might slow the nagging sense of genius and stop his emotional brick wall from being overwhelming, but it also made him clumsy.

He stood opposite the blond, and then approached, dark eyes sharp and focused. “If I don’t want to break a hold?” he asked, almost like it was a hypothetical. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if Steve laid hands on him, but fight back wasn’t on the list.