“You’re joking.” Steve is probably the best deadpanner that has ever existed and he does it now with the most amazing of scowls. “No seriously. You’ve got to be joking. Tony Stark? That guy that makes bombs and smart phones?” Tony might cringe to know that it’s pretty much the only two things he’s really known for, even if he’s pretty much gotten away from the weapons briskness since he managed to free himself from terrorists. “How do you even know Tony— Oh my god, shut up!” Steve exclaims, sitting on the couch now only because he knows Penny wants him to stay still. “The camp in Afghanistan... you guys were together...?”

Only Steve, currently on some weird growth hormone that is making him have some sort of latent puberty spike, could still have the most innocent and awestruck look on his face.

“Buck, that’s so cool!”

Steve knows as much about Stark as most people... which is basically nothing other than he’s rich and smart. And sometimes he’s on the news or magazine covers. No biggie, right? Not until he’s about to come and visit you, of course.

“Wait. Wait a second. Uh. Why...is he coming here?”