Okay, a wing lifted up from around him and Steve's mind went a little blank with trying to process the information. Had he actually died this time and went to - well, the area around him sure didn't look like much. Scales and wing aside. The voice, though, clued him in to a few possibilities - he died and landed himself in a limbo, he had fallen into the in between again or Tony could turn into some kind of - what? The voice sounded too much like Tony, plus all the red he tended to have around him.

"Okay, I need to know what's going on before I lose my mind." Lose more of it anyway than what trauma already stole from him. Shifting onto his knees, he slid his hand against the flank surrounding him, letting out a soft ow from the prickle of blood the motion invoked.

"Tony?"