Steve had finally talked his way out of being in the parade, as well as being in the VIP box. The Senators had been insistant, but the generals had taken one look at his stricken face as they'd gladhanded the few remaining WWII vets and cut him loose.

It was still slow going to get back to Tony. Steve was in his dress blues with far more medals than he thought absolutely necessary, and it made him extremely noticeable. He was stopped every few steps and thanked for his service, and even wished a Happy Memorial Day, which made him wince.

He finally got up to where Tony was waiting, looking drawn and tired behind the for-the-public smile. "Hi."