It wasn't often that Tony let himself go completely soft around people, but Bucky kind of deserved it. He'd worked his way in past Random Bar Hook Up. They were friends now, too, and there didn't seem any point to keeping himself at any kind of arm's distance. Particularly not when they'd had naked cake and Hawaiian vacations and could, on occasion, talk about their feelings.
So it seemed perfectly fine to him to lean over until he was draped across Bucky's lap, a slow sigh of approval escaping him over the scritching at the base of his neck. He still though, over Bucky's comment, given so nonchalantly, although it clearly shouldn't have been.
Interesting. And strange. Probably off putting, although Tony still wasn't sure how to take those memories. There must have been something true to them though, if he was suddenly a billionaire. The money had to have come from somewhere. So. So did the pamphlet. Tony frowned, considering. "What's worse?" He asked finally. "Cradle robber or grave robber?"