At least Tony had put on a towel. Small blessings. Steve had little doubt that if Tony was feeling more like his usual self he wouldn't have bothered if only to make him uncomfortable. The fact that Tony hadn't messed with him was as much of a relief as it was concerning. He only hoped Thor and Wong's plan could bolster them up a little..even if Steve was having a hard time hoping too strongly. After everything they'd been through, blow after blow, even he was having a hard time taking the punches and getting back up again.<br/><br/>His brows burrowed lightly as he watched Tony start in on his neglect-beard. Metro-jack? He wondered if that was anything like Natasha calling him a lumberjack lately. Growing out his facial hair after years of religious grooming filled Nat with unending amusement. No one would think she was the type to deflect pain with humor, but like most of them, she had a surprising amount of layers.<br/><br/>Raising a hand to card through his beard, Steve cast another sweeping look around the bathroom. The Stark Tower had been extravagant enough, even in the 'Avenger' levels. It always filled him with a vague sort of unease, a mixture of too much and too little. Too much room, and too little life. He was used to stories in buildings, either a creaking bedspring, worn second-hand furniture, or tents. Since waking up he'd been subjected to different living areas all over the map, and he could usually only dig in his heels when something echoed his old stomping grounds. His apartment before Shield went under had been a happy medium, but even that felt cavernous at times. Bucky was always the one concerning himself with the state of things back then. He'd always been better at being pleasantly domestic when Steve's head was too far into the clouds.<br/><br/>His mind was stuck in memories now instead of clouds.<br/><br/>He focussed back on the conversation, struggling to keep up with Tony's pace.  "Strange is alive. As for anyone else we're not sure yet. We're going to try and establish more direct contact. The meeting- the one I was at before I came here, was to create a plan. We decided it was best to work small. You, Thor, Wong, and I." He stood up from the vanity, pacing out of the bathroom to get out of the oppressive steam left over from the shower, but still be within earshot. "The others are aware. Nat is gathering intel...Nick Fury and Maria Hill are among those that...disappeared. Banner is trying for research, but-" Steve frowned lightly. Banner did have 'episodes' not unlike Tony. Steve was getting better at using terms like 'Depression', and 'Anxiety', but such things weren't discussed or even entertained in his time. He barely digested his own issues with PTSD, but he was trying. He had no problem with empathy, but language was still a hill to get over. "He's managing."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Peter trailed after, back-glancing at the house with a quiet desperation. He understood if Strange needed to concentrate, he did! But...He just wished he could help, even a little. It felt like they had nothing else to do but rely on Strange and his abilities to get them out of this. Peter wasn't used to feeling this helpless since he'd been bitten. Sure he could help around the place by building things, but there was only so much he could tinker with.<br/><br/>He launched up the ladder, hopping a little to hang his fingers against the side of the loft and swinging his legs up. Once he had hooked his legs above, he leaned back, hanging his upper body down and letting his arms hang listlessly past his head.<br/><br/>The thought brought a brief smile to Peter's face, but it was quick to waver."...I don't know if Aunt May got-" Vaporized? Dusted? He didn't know how to describe what had happened to them, "-taken...I wonder if she's still at home." Another thought struck him, and a small sound punched out of his chest."I hope Tony didn't have to tell her!" Anyone else but Tony..Not after what the man had said to him before. Tony already felt irrationally responsible for him. Peter already felt guilty for how he'd gone. It had been so scary, all he could do was cling to Tony in terror as the darkness took him.<br/><br/>"Aunt May is the only family I have. You'd like her though. She makes the best cookies."