"Rogers. When'd you grow a goatee?" It hasn't been that long, he knows it hasn't been that long, and as rude as it is (personal space is a thing) it really doesn't fucking fit with- well. Anything. Tony reaches up to poke at Jake's chin, thoroughly baffled. "Seriously, what?"

He sounded- not like Rogers. But he looked like Rogers. With glasses-

"Wait are you sad gnome beard guy?" He can't think of anyone else that worried about facial hair quite like him in the village.