[ YOU'RE NOT HIS REAL DAD!!!!

okay so maybe Tony is predictable in the fact that he would rather just drink lots of coffee and use whatever time he has awake to make things in order to forget about all the bullshit that has been going on in his life. his universe? who knows, either way, Steve is correct in assuming that Tony has foregone the whole 'eating' thing in favour of trying to make sense of this universe and where everyone stood in it.

or maybe just where his other self stood in it.

let's just say that, after reading a few files, Tony hates himself a little more. he didn't think it was possible but-- well he should probably stop thinking that.

the engineer snorts a little and goes to wave Steve off, only for said hand to be filled with burger and--

oh. okay.]

Food is for those of us that burn twenty thousand a day there, Captain. Also, nanites are completely safe, thank you very much. They are are the only reason that I am alive right now.

[ well, mostly. the main reason why he is alive right now at least. the rest is probably the force of the hit that Carol delivered to him being projected into ripping through space-time or something. but that is neither here nor there nor now. with s sharp grin, Tony takes a bite out of the burger, makes a small noise of contentment, before turning back to the schematics.]

At least Lang knew what he was doing. Kind of. I guess. Why didn't anyone ask Richards? Or fucking Doom for that matter. Wait, no, they aren't-- this universe is weird never mind. Also, wow you forgot to tell me that I was an asshole more than the usual here, Steve. Like--

[ he would say more, but shoving more food in his mouth is a better call.]