Steve may be a little biased. Somewhere under the stripes and spangles he's partly still the awkward 90-pound invalid who got dragged on double dates by his best friend, and never did learn how to approach women with charm and aplomb. (With the possible exception of Peggy, who he learned to approach by following her lead, hence most of his success with her.) In short, he's used to assuming everyone is having more sex than him, and that's fine. Plus, Tony is aggressively charming. If his metaphorical dance card isn't full, Steve assumes, it could be.

He smiles at the agreement, nodding, and then goes pink again as he considers that question. The team will figure things out no matter what they say. At least, they'll pick up on the fact they're sleeping together, and probably be content to not ask about the details of those sessions. That'll be awkward, but tolerable. The real problem is if someone outside the team starts asking obnoxious questions. The Avengers aren't exactly media darlings, but someone, somewhere, might seize upon their intimate affairs as a way to sell magazines.

He really doesn't like that idea.

"I...don't know about that one," he says quietly. "Obviously the others will know, sooner or later. That's no big deal. Aside from that...You're the one who's had press conferences before. What would you say?"