Tony wouldn't likely say anything if Steve put his arms around him but the older man wasn't going to initiate that particular touch. He stayed where he was, brushing against Steve's chest with his knuckles, bumping his knees to Steve's thighs, and seemed contented by that once he had pulled the covers up and took care of the condom.

He didn't feel much like getting up for a shower, he could do that later. His body was far more contented this way, a pleasant weight in the bed beside him again.

It was what Pepper had become, he knew. Just someone there. He didn't blame her for leaving him.