Tony flashed him a brief smile as he got down a glass and filled it for him, then detoured towards the liquor for himself after he handed it over. This was going to be a conversation he was going to need a drink for. At least one. "I do. That's part of what we need to talk about. Come sit," he said already heading towards the couches in the main room.

The New York skyline lit up outside the windows as the sun set, but Tony's attention was entirely on Steve as he settled in. He took a long drink as he waited for Steve to do the same, then reached out to set the glass down.

"So let me get this out of the way first," he said, slightly brusquely. "Howard Stark was my father."