"There's a cave nearby," Tony said, instantly grabbing one of Steve's arms to haul across his shoulders, pulling the Captain in to lean against him. He was a heavy addition to the armor's nearly dead weight, but Tony just straightened his spine and urged them forward. The cold metal probably wasn't doing Steve any favors either, but it was better than the alternative. And the sooner they got there, the sooner they could deal with everything else.

First step, keep Steve talking. "That it is," he agreed conversationally. "We'll put in a complaint with the manager. Temperature controls not up to standard. Poor under-chlorinated. Zero out of ten, would not book here again." He wrapped his arm around Steve's waist as they moved, keeping him close and upright.

"Tell you what, when we get back we'll have a nice beach vacation. Team trip. Where do you want to go? Florida? California? France?"