"I know, I know," Tony said, his voice on this side of slurred, raising a hand and waggling his fingers in mock fear. "You're the terror that flaps in the night; you're the water inside my vodka, you're the hangover in my mornings, you're-"

"Stark!"

"They've been looking for you, you know. Captain Flag, gone AWOL."

"So, you heard."

"About how you went away to war, and left a piece of yourself behind? Oh, Steve." Tony took his time turning to face Steve, with a small smile on his face, and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Your sartorial tastes have... improved," he said, before taking a sip from his glass. "Come on in, instead of being perched on my window sill, doing your interpretation of Gargoyles."