"No one is Iron Man. It's the name of a song." About a dark hero and destruction. Why would someone pick that name as their moniker? Well, it wasn't for Tony to really decide on right now. And Steve's attempt to make him feel better about himself really didn't. At all.

He did thank Steve for the (condescending) pep talk and shut the door behind himself to head upstairs to where Loren was seated on the balcony, still, in a lighter than usual coat. He never felt the cold the same way as everyone else. But then, neither did Thor. Snow and ice was evidently in their bones.

"Hey, come inside. You might not be freezing, but I am," Tony said, mind whirling about possibilities that could have and would never be.

Steve said that there weren't aliens or secret government organizations here but Tony knew better. There were, the world just hadn't been made aware of them yet.

It was strange to think about a family and about having a worthwhile life and to suddenly no longer feel like he did have the chance at either. Steve should have kept his mouth shut, Tony thought as he folded Loren up in his arms and tried to force himself to feel a spark of contentment.