[It really takes no time at all for the rest of Tony's tension to almost visibly bleed right out of him when Steve puts his hands in his hair. He eases back, head laying into Steve's fingers and palms. If he could just be like this forever life would probably be amazing. But in response to Steve's question he doesn't hesitate when he answers:]

Constantly.

[There's no punch in the word, more like he breathes it out slowly. Time is always marching on a little too fast for him. He has always tried to hide that he feels he and Steve have been mismatched in that area, even if he's not always the best at it. He's always worried that he'd age far quicker, would slow Steve down eventually- and he feels like that has definitely happened. He feels like his clock is accelerated and Steve's going at a much slower rate. With Alice it's even easier to visibly see the flow. She gets bigger every day. So he appreciates deeply where Steve's coming from.]

Yeah... [It's a very soft agreement.] I look at her sometimes and I don't know how she got so big. [She barely fit in his arms yesterday, some days it feels like.] But depending on what she wants to do, her timeline might be condensed, too. Not that I want her to go to college at fourteen. [Tony will never be sure if that did him more harm than good, ultimately, on a growth level. On a social level. ...especially on some other levels he cannot bring up in relation to their little girl.]

Maybe we'll get lucky. And she won't want anything to do with anything we do. [Anything. If she just wanted to travel the world Tony would be fine. If she wanted to do nothing, Tony would be fine. He was never enough for his father, but the moment Alice was born she was Tony's everything. He has no expectations for her future other than that she's happy.] Except art, maybe. [His head tips back a little more so he can smile at Steve.] At this point I think we're gonna have to buy a second fridge just to hang all her masterpieces up.