"Really good question, and I'm glad that you asked." Tony's shoulder has been pushed away but that doesn't mean that his hips had. On the contrary. Tony has something new to press against and none of that is exactly kosher for the God-fearing, baseball loving, apple eating American. Really, can Steve get any more patriotic?

The thought is fleeting but it does make him laugh as he touches the blond's jaw with wide fingers. The angle is lovely, perfect even. And though Tony's hands are rough, the hands of an engineer, a blacksmith, he knows how to be gentle.

"I'm not sure. Something stupid. I get to be stupid sometimes," he murmurs, dipping his head to brush his lips against Steve's should the blond be too surprised to pull away.