Tony and Vision
It might not have been his natural form, but Tony'd recognize Vision just about anywhere. He'd be stupid not to, considering that the guy was -- well. Tony'd made him, and in flesh or synthetic, nothing could ever hide that voice. JARVIS lived on in that voice.
Sometimes it made Tony long for days long gone.
Not always though. Because Vision was his own person now, and a lot of things were better for it.
"I was wondering if you'd show," he admitted, glancing into his coffee mug. "It's scotch. A Carol special, if I've ever had one." Which he had. Several by now, in fact.