Steve tightly clenched his fists by his sides in an effort to not sock Tony in the face. That wouldn't go over well, but Stark made it very difficult to resist that temptation sometimes. Instead, he just looked away from him to stare at one of the Iron Man suits lying around the table. He wasn't tying to do what Tony wanted of him, but he didn't know what to say that wouldn't start another argument between them.

So he just stood there awkwardly for a while. But he wasn't going to leave, not yet.

"What voice?" Steve genuinely didn't know what Tony was talking about now. He always sounded like this nowadays. And a year? Since... New York? That was surprising to him, guess he shouldn't have assumed that Tony was from the same exact time.

"You've been going that long without decent sleep?" A lot of his anger from earlier deflated at the news. It seemed like he switched between worrying about Tony to wanting to punch him a lot.