Anthony Edward Stark

As voyeuristic as Tony Stark can be, he's much more interested in drowning himself in scotch. A lot of scotch. Somewhere between lather, rinse and repeat number three, the food comes. He tips every man that rolls in a cart with a hundred dollar bill. There are five carts in all, all covered with metal domes to keep burgers and omelettes hot.

Tony won't get started until Bucky shows up, water logged and thinner than he thought and swimming in a black terry cloth robe with stark's logo on it.

He's seated at the table at the window, looking over the cherry blossoms, his eyes haunted and the alcohol half done.