He couldn't believe that the man still had the packages. He really couldn't. Thirty years was a long time but to keep track of something while the world was falling apart? It took a serious amount of dedication.

"Yeah, I'm real Tony," Steve said, unable to work up even a smile for it and he might have a few tears of his own in response to seeing Tony's. Thirty years was a long time and he was such an instrumental part of the man's childhood, in a world that was so much better than this one. Why wouldn't he dream about it? About him? "Of course, if this was a dream I'd probably say that too so I'm not sure how convincing that is."