"You will tell no one, do I make myself clear?" he asked. He hadn't laid a finger on Tony, but the physical reminder was unnecessary in the face of that glare.
"Crystal," Tony said, grinning somewhat uneasily.
There was an extended moment of silence during which Tony watched the numbers above the door tick lower and lower before he turned back to look at his teammate; "Do I get to meet him?"
Steve shot him a look, "Even if I say no, you'll follow me anyway, won't you?"
"Probably."
He glared at him, probably hoping he'd back down. Tony didn't. He sighed, "Fine."
"Awesome! JARVIS, take us back upstairs and pick out something for me to wear. Oh, and contact someone to fix the elevator."
"Of course, sir," the AI replied calmly, as if homicide hadn't just nearly been committed within range of his all-seeing sensors.
"And remind me to update your emotion protocols; sarcasm is one thing, nonchalance in the face of your creator's death is another."