"Tony, you didn't make a mistake. No one is going to die." He's confused. What mistakes? Who is "she"? Steve thinks it probably had to do with the other Steve who was here, but when he got to the Cape, Tony said he'd only been in town for three days. But he also said he hadn't slept and definitely looked it. So Steve's not sure what happened. Why did everyone think he was dead? And who decided Tony was supposed to be his protector? That seems a bit odd, especially considering their current circumstances.
He lies down and crawls underneath the blankets when Anna starts to drape them over him, not letting go of Tony because here is a man who he saw fly a nuke into space to save a city, to save their city, without hesitation. But he's scared that Steve will even leave for a second. So he grips Tony's hand and resolves to stay, so that Tony can stop making promises to fix things he didn't do or feel guilty about things he can't control.
Looking up from where he is, he suddenly gets a bout of deja-vu and expects to see a shock of blonde hair when he looks up at Anna. He wonders if she ever loses that calm, or if she's just as saintly as his mother was. She must be cold and tired, and all she's doing is fretting over the two of them. "You can stay, if you want," he replies, to her question. "It's cold outside. I'll be better tomorrow," he says, a promise he used to make. "I'll make us something to eat in the morning."
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He lies down and crawls underneath the blankets when Anna starts to drape them over him, not letting go of Tony because here is a man who he saw fly a nuke into space to save a city, to save their city, without hesitation. But he's scared that Steve will even leave for a second. So he grips Tony's hand and resolves to stay, so that Tony can stop making promises to fix things he didn't do or feel guilty about things he can't control.
Looking up from where he is, he suddenly gets a bout of deja-vu and expects to see a shock of blonde hair when he looks up at Anna. He wonders if she ever loses that calm, or if she's just as saintly as his mother was. She must be cold and tired, and all she's doing is fretting over the two of them. "You can stay, if you want," he replies, to her question. "It's cold outside. I'll be better tomorrow," he says, a promise he used to make. "I'll make us something to eat in the morning."