"I'm fine," Tony echoed with a rumble of amusement. "It's warmer this way." And if he did occasionally get just a little confused by how many legs he was walking on, it hadn't tripped him up so far. He slid down farther until he was stretched out, the better to go nose to nose with Steve. Maybe the man wasn't willing to admit to any weakness, but that didn't mean Tony was just going to let him go and get killed.

"And I'm not letting you go in that base by yourself, incidentally. Just in case you were considering it." He was still shaking, for god's sake. "I don't care what story we have to spin. We'll find Thor and get him to admit it's some kind of weird Asgardian thing."