Steve regularly clapped people on the back or shared brief hugs. He was a toucher. He liked to have his hands on things that comforted him, be it pencil, boxing gloves, or on the shoulder of someone he trusted. Rarely did he ever share an embrace like this. Only Bucky got hugs like these, and those had been precious few.  He hadn't realized how much he needed one of these hugs himself until Tony was clinging to him, picking up the pieces. A little of the nausea that ate at his stomach lately eased, one layer of the film that kept him sealed and apart peeling back. One drop of forgiveness into the fire.<br/><br/>A small,  crooked smile split over Steve's lips, a little bit like his usual smiles, but lacking the sunshine that normally made his all American boy looks glow. "We're all a bit of a wreck. It's okay, Tony." He replied softly,  reaching out to clasp the man's shoulder in a gentle squeeze before his hands returned to his hoodie.<br/><br/>He followed Tony into the bathroom, momentarily hesitating. What did a vanity table look like? He rooted himself at what he assumed a vanity was and tried his best not to look as out of place as he felt. "Place is bigger than where I grew up." He mumbled with a soft chuckle. His mind wandered back to those days a lot lately. The crappy Brooklyn apartment his mother had barely scraped up the cash for could fit inside this bathroom and then some. The apartment he'd lived in after her death twice over, barely more than what most would consider a dorm room these days, but he and Bucky made it work.<br/><br/>His eyes tracked up to the ceiling. He wasn't a stranger to nudity, not with how he'd grown up or serving in the military, but there would always be a part of him uncomfortable with it all. More so when he knew the person. Steve didn't understand how Tony did so many things as casually again, but then again, he rarely understood most of Tony's eccentricities. It's what made Stark vibrant, if not slightly irritating.<br/><br/>His lips parted to start in, but the little factoid stilled the words in his throat. It was Peter Parker's birthday? And such an important one. A stab of empathy tugged at his heart, and he slouched a little into his lean. No wonder Tony had been more erratic than usual. Hearing Tony say 'My little boy', was jarring. Once again, he hadn't understood the scope of Tony's sentimentality. Regretfully, Steve hadn't thought Tony fully capable of it. The man could be the definition of a narcissist but Steve wanted to believe most of that was just an act. Apparently, Spiderman had captured lightning in a bottle.<br/><br/>"I'm sure...he's making the best of it." Another small ghosted smile settled on Steve's lips. He could hope where the others were, they were thriving.<br/><br/>"Tony, Wong made contact with Dr Strange." He plunged right in, blinking his eyes from the ceiling to the frosted outline moving in the shower. "They...There's a good chance that they're-- some, or all, We don't know, are alive."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The little ripple of hope was eclipsed by Strange's continued aloofness. Peter's face fell, and his shoulders with it. The weight of his disappointment audible with a hard exhale puffed past his lips. "...Okay." He mumbled, slinking out of Stephen's way and shuffled off towards the porch once more.<br/><br/>He didn't know why he expected the doctor to open up, to tell him<i>anything</i>. So far Strange hadn't been the team player the others were. Even if it had taken PeterQ a little to open up, the older man was what Peter could hopefully call a friend now. His initial irritation with PeterQ's reaction with Thanos had been nearly instantly smoothed over when Strange at least said it<i>had</i>to happen, and it was water under the bridge now. Long forgotten.<br/><br/>But Strange was still as big of mystery as he'd been on day one.<br/><br/>PeterP sat heavily on the wood, tucking his legs through the railing and leaning against the thin wood with a frown, sticky buns forgotten. "Guess we should be quiet." He glanced over at PeterQ, a thin, brittle smile briefly curling his lips.