Yeah so this is the part that Tony really doesn’t like. He can’t help himself, he needs to speak up. “Can’t you try to be nice to the kid,” he calls from the porch. “And not all growly and ‘oh, yeah, you’ll probably die?’” he’s still got a coffee cup in his hand, but he’s already finished what had been decidedly less coffee than other liquids. He is, by far, the most capable functioning alcoholic on the planet.”

Steve is the one to answer, though, lifting his head. “I’ve spent my whole life with everyone being pretty sure I’m on the verge of dying.” He smirks, a little more wolffish than that look used to be. “I’ve never been the sort of guy to back down from a fight.”

And this is going to be a fight, he knows that. It’s why he gets to his feet, Bucky’s soft sweatpants finally noping our and ripping down one leg to the tougher elastic waistband.

“So where are my grandparents? We should meet.”