Tony's eyes closed briefly, the only sign that he would have liked to have been rolling them. Sure he was fine, of course. But he could at least tell when a fight was going to be pointless, so he just let out a long gust of a breath, slightly smoke-tinged.

"You let me worry about press conferences." It was hard not to sound slightly irritated about it. Steve seriously thought he'd strand them here just because he wanted to keep something private? His wings shifted a little before he made them settle back down. This was the other thing he hated about this shape, it was harder to keep his tells under control.

"And no. Does it matter?"