It wasn't that Tony had forgotten about Steve... He had just gotten distracted. Tony hadn't showered. He still smelled like wings and like Steve himself. He was busy in the lab checking out a ping from surveillance about where Bruce might be.

Friday let him know that Steve had landed a few moments after it happened and Tony blinked. Where had the time gone? "Send him down," he started, before catching himself. "No. Prepare a scotch, neat. And send him to my bedroom."

Tony needed to take his shot and then he would join the blond somewhere comfortable. It did mean that Steve would be left waiting another few minutes.