Well call Tony Stark impressed. Or something else. Aghast, maybe? No. He was impressed. That Steve wasn’t a holy roller, cookie cutter child of the depression gave him a little more substance. It was something Stark could get behind. No one said a word, not even Tony, but he couldn’t help but be impressed by the insight of the man that had thrown him from the window.

He could feel something akin to affection in his gut for the guy, which was definitely a new one on him, but he let it go for now. There was a lot he was feeling. He was pretty sure that had to do with falling from an alien space vortex and being dead for a few seconds.

Thor, however, waited a few seconds more in the silence before he dragged Loki with him towards Rogers and clapped him on the shoulder. “We will find the one dear to you,” he promised. “But first we must find the one with this knowledge. My brother tells tales and lies better than any I know but he would claim this feat of shapeshifting if it was his to claim.” In other words, Loki, Thor knows you’re a ham for the limelight. “He would not keep this trickery secret for long. There may be truth to all things said today and as you have helped me secure my brother I will help you to secure your lover.”

Oh god. Tony was going to burst. “I need another sandwich,” he groaned.