“...Hey Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“You... why are you so small?”

Steve frowned, the lines far less visible on his tiny face than it had been on his adult one. “I ain’t small! I’m perfect! Shut up!”

Tony raised his hands in defence, trying to work out how best to go about this situation “I never said you weren’t perfect. You’re just...  a little different to how I rem-”

“JUST ‘CAUSE PEOPLE ARE DIFFERENT DOESN’T MAKE ‘EM WEIRD! YOU’RE THE WEIRD ONE! SHUT UP!” Steve screamed, face contorted in fury as he scrambled to his feet and launched himself at Tony’s waist, pummelling him with bony fists of outrage.

Tony blinked. And then blinked again. Then he sighed.