Between the struggle with the hologram and this very absent description of their friend, the only picture that Steve was managing to paint was a very lonely one. It had Tony's shoulders dropping, and he pried himself away from his workbench to drift closer with a discouraging shake of his head and hand raised in offer to reset. "Not a lot of people were allowed in the shop," he mumbled as he cleared the mess Steve was making away with a wave, "but when I was making something for Steve, or rushing a hotfix so we could get back into a fight, or--sometimes, he'd just come to tell me Jarvis had dinner ready, and an hour later I'd finally look up and he'd still be there..." Tony didn't need the pen, the whole room reacted for him with a thought, but he brought a finger up anyway to loop through the air like a conductor and leave a cartoon Hulk glaring at them in the form of a shimmer of light that hung in the water.