They both have every reason to be happy, and yet here they are. Unable to step on from the past. For a man who had been iced for most of his life and for another who claimed to stake nothing in nostalgia, they were both doing a pretty shitty job of going forward. Sometimes he's not sure if they help each other or just enable each other to perpetuate the cycle.

Tony works his jaw, leaning against the wall now; but still not moving any closer. "Isn't that my line?" he challenges, gaze fleeting though he tries to match it up with Cap's if only for a second.