Now that bothers him. More than anything else, seeing Bucky sitting there, salivating-- Tony doesn't wish that shit on anyone. Not on Obi. Not on Hammer. Not on anyone.

Not even the man that ws forced to kill his dad. His friend. Tony's eyes actually well up and he clears his throat, donning dark glasses.

"Have at it. Just don't make a mess, okay?" As in utensils. He'll help you cut the meat if you need it.