Hah. Definitely not a back alley. [That much he was sure about, even if the rest of it was still fuzzy. If it whatever it was had been enough to wreck him so badly, it had to have been big. Something tugged at the back of his mind, but the thought dissolved as soon as he tried to reach for it, leaving only a stab of pain behind his eyeballs. Okay, maybe work on that after the concussion faded.]

My story, huh?

[It was quiet, almost more to himself. As suspicious as this Steve seemed to be, he was also surprisingly helpful. And not asking questions. It should have made him worry, but all Tony could feel was pathetically grateful.]

Well that one's easy. I got mugged, nothing left but the clothes on my back.