[ There's a part of Steve that is still irritated by the way Tony reacted the last time they spoke. His refusal to listen rubbed Steve raw and almost convinced him that his old friend really had changed. That there was no way he was going to reach Tony again. But he's there on the roof with him now, apparently trying to talk, and Steve wants to believe that he was wrong. Maybe this time they can work things out.

It just reminds him of the other times he thought the same thing. The times that ended in friends injured and unnecessary fighting. He meets tony's eyes, judging his words carefully despite the flicker of hope that makes it onto his face. He can't stay angry at Tony, but he can't keep chasing after the past. Steve knows that too well. ]

Are you going to tell me what's going on?

[ He doesn't reach out for the coffee, although he does drop a little of the tight stance he's in. There's a cautious acceptance of Tony's presence. ]

I can't give you anything when I don't know what I'm dealing with. What are you hiding from me? You seemed pretty determined not to talk before.