Imagine Tony being used to just trailing off mid-sentence when he realizes he’s lost people. Imagine Tony being used to people not being interested in what he’s saying. Imagine the Avengers coming together and him chattering on before realizing their eyes have glazed over and oh, he’d thought–but never mind.
And he tries to rein it in, but it’s hard, and he just wants to share.
Imagine him realizing he’s doing it again, and Steve’s smile is starting to look pained, and he just trails off and slumps and wonders why he can’t be a normal person sometimes.
Now imagine Steve asking through his strained smile, “Could you explain it like I’m five? I don’t–understand most of the words you’re saying.”
And Tony tries to tell him it’s fine, he gets it, sometimes he gets carried away, but Steve sets his jaw in that way he does when he’s getting really stubborn and he says, “No, I’m interested, I just need you to use smaller words.”
Tony’s hesitant, but Steve’s got fiery eyes, so he starts again, even if it takes him a minute to figure out how to change his explanation so he uses less technical jargon. For the first time in possibly ever, he actually finishes his explanation.
And Steve reaches out to grab his hands and gushes, “Tony, that’s amazing,” and Tony’s heart flips over in his chest.