"You're making it sound like I'm part of the borg," Steve mutters, a little bit of nerd leaking out of his otherwise massive, still fairly unclothed form. At least he can manage to keep his voice to himself, even while he occasionally feels Bucky's knuckles brushing him in potentially inappropriate places. "But yeah. He's a little rough for being a rich genius."

Rough might be in the eye of the beholder, because Tony can and often is a lot of things to a lot of different people. He's capable of containing his bravado on most occasions. He's even more capable of fanning it into something people tend to either admire or hate, though.

The trouble with the latter might just be that he is in danger of being eaten whole but a house-sized wolf.

Never a good thing.

"I'll try."

The guards at the palace let the straggling trio go through the secondary gates into a beautiful, peaceful courtyard. The city almost seems to melt away and Steve can practically smell Bucky relax. It's nice out here. Soothing. And it makes him feel a little less bare skinned too.