“Yeah, no.” He says it automatically, so flat and matter-of-fact that it’s obvious he won’t accept any argument to the contrary. “It’s your room. You were coming back. I wasn’t going to move her in and then move her out again.”

He was coming back because Tony was going to find him if it killed him. Thankfully, it didn’t need to get to that, but he’d been prepared for it.

The stack of finished pancakes is getting larger, and Tony makes a few more before calling it quits for the moment. He’ll only eat about three of them. The other dozen are all Steve’s.

“Find anything? Cause these pancakes are done.”