Tony obviously wasn't convinced, but he hesitated only a skeptical moment before setting his coffee down at Steve's bedside and perching on the edge of his mattress to search through the lunch he brought. The first thing to come out, though, was a book of crosswords, extra large print to ease reading for aging eyes, which Tony dropped on Steve's lap with a smirk and explained, "Found that at the gift shop. Thought it had to be for you, because everybody else in this place is under 30 or they're kicked out." Now, wasn't that very thoughtful of him? The hours would fly by, Steve would be out of that hospital and back to Bingo night before he knew it.
Before Steve could unleash his senior outrage, though, Tony pulled out a paper wrapped burger for him, condiments already oozing out of the disintigrating packaging, and a box of thick cut fries. If the doctor came in, he'd probably have a empathetic coronary, but medical doctors were a weak and sensitive breed. Tony took enthusiastically to his own burger, and rapidly regretted not bringing napkins along as sauce dripped from the bun back down into the bag still in his lap.