“You’re not missing out.” He hadn’t had much of a choice. With plenty of napkins and food laid out for him, Tony pops the tops off of a couple of beers. Honestly, for both of them, it’s about the flavor.

Beer hasn’t been able to do much for him in a long time. He doesn’t think it ever did at all for Steve.

Demolishing tsk slices, and then a few wings, Tony neatly stacks up the bones and glances up to compare his pile to the bottomless pit of the Super Soldier.