Steve Rogers | Tony Stark
It wasn't the time for jokes, but it also wasn't not the time. It was all thrown off axis and Steve had no more answers now than he'd had when he got here, actually less because he'd ruled some things out. The laugh was bordering on hysterical and Steve could relate. "At least I remembered dinner."
Tony actually looked like he might be starving, gaunt and a little sunken and Steve beckoned him forward. "A few days maybe?" Steve said thinking about it now as he grabbed a plate. Some parts weren't cooked yet like the belly and shoulder, but there was plenty of good parts that were and Steve cut off what came easily away from the bone.
A few singed fingertips later and Steve set the plate on the table in front of him. "There's apples in the bag, carrots and beans in this one," he added before popping the first piece of meat into his mouth. It maybe needed seasoning, but after a few days of not much on a super soldier stomach it tasted darn good. "What about you? How long?" Steve asked once he'd swallowed.