Feeling that little tug onto his jumpsuit makes Steve's arms curl a little more snugly around Tony, and in the silent moments that follow, Steve knows that they're no longer standing inside the eye of the storm. The peacefulness that starts to settle isn't false, and a wall of water won't soon come crashing down upon them. Instead, Steve feels much more like they're standing in the wake of a hurricane — of a disaster that has come through but ultimately has passed, and they came out of it alive and together, still standing, above the wreck.

Tony says that first word and Steve tilts his head closer. Then he hears the full question and slowly, as he realizes that Tony's said it too — home — Steve's lips curl softly upwards as he nods. "Yeah," he says, just as quietly. "Let's go home." Tony seems so tired though. Steve can feel it in the way he leans against him and hear it in the sound of his voice. So after a second of contemplating it first, he asks softly, "How about I carry you?" One of his arms shifts a little higher up so his hand can rest against the back of Tony's head, his fingers brushing against his hair. "It'll be curfew soon."

Starting from ORANGE means no one will be in the hall after 2200, and it's rare that they ever run into anyone on GREEN. Not that privacy is something they'd really have, at least as long as the Computer's watching. But it's already no secret to the cameras that Tony comes to Steve's apartment nearly every night and leaves in the mornings, and this won't draw any more of her attention. Plus, carrying him up lets Steve hold Tony for a little longer. Even if he knows now that he'll get to hold Tony all night tonight, it doesn't feel long enough.