From what he had read in various files and seen himself, there were a lot of things that Tony liked. There was a part of him that was surprised that Steve got along with the man, given that his friend was selfless and honourable and Tony was... well, pretty much the opposite in almost all life endeavors. Steve had clearly figured out a method to dealing with the man, though he hadn't even come close to puzzling out what that was. "As long as he doesn't try to improve things attached to me," he grumbled, aware the debate about his arm was still a big issue for Tony who practically found any opportunity to sit next to him or admire his arm when it wasn't clothed and hidden. "You wouldn't complain if it was me clinging to your back," he added dryly.

He issued a soft hum of pleasured acceptance to the feel of Steve's cheek rubbing against his shoulder, and he stretched out in their little fort now that he was secure and settled there. Steve's weight helped, and it was easy to close his eyes and savour the closeness between them in the similar way that he did when he was allowed to cuddle up to his friend in bed. He still wasn't entirely over having lost his friend for a week either.

"I can do any mission," he said simply, though it wouldn't be the same without Steve. He performed best hunting or as an assassin. "What kind of treats could you ever hope for out of me?" He had noticed that no one, not even Steve, pushed to know if he had information on Hydra despite his history with the organization. "I know... some agents."