Anthony Edward Stark

With only one working hand, Tony doesn't expect Bucky to be able to manipulate a knife like he obviously can. The older man huffs lightly under his breath as he watches Bucky tuck into a lasagna.

He sits back. Whatever hunger he has is gone. He won't take anything from Bucky's mouth, despite the large quantities of food that are currently stinking up the whole of the suite.

There's something satisfying about the way Bucky piles it in. He feels... Good. Like he's doing something good with his life.