Steve glances up, shaken out of something meditative -- before his lips part for just a moment. He closes his mouth, realizing nothing really worthy of Tony's entrance has come to mind.

He makes room silently, turning his knees to the side with a conscious attempt at ease. Normalize. Adapt. And then react.

He glances out the window, tracking uncharted scenery. He composes himself and finds Tony's eyes for answers he can't readily provide.

"We've assembled in stranger places."