"I don't--" Tony began and then faltered at the sound of Steve's voice, because that low groan was doing something to him that was likely going to get him in all kinds of trouble. His hands moved really without any consent as Steve leaned into them--the one on his neck sliding up, just slightly, to frame the skin more fully, and the other turned, pushing back some of the hair from Steve's face.

He swallowed and tried again, "exactly have a quarantine built here. And besides, if you've got it and its spreadable, now I've got it. We might as well wait out whatever it is together,"

'You're readouts are ready, Sir,' JARVIS announced and Tony started, blinking hard and breaking his gaze away from those hazy blue eyes. But--the idea of moving away from Steve and touching him was certainly less than appealing.

"Give me the basics,"

"It seems the Captain has been exposed to a neuro-stimulant focused manly in the pleasure centers of the brain,"