Greasy diner food is for everyone, Stark. Unless you really want one of those awful smoothies. [Steve makes a face at the thought. Even he hadn't been able to stomach those, and he'll eat just about anything that stands still long enough. Hopefully this Tony isn't on a similar health food kick.

He takes a seat on a stool nearby, only processing about one word in ten as he eats. Is Tony an asshole? Well, yes, but that's just Tony. He's always been a good man underneath it all, even when he and Steve had their differences. And in the end, he came through, he stared Thanos down and snapped him into dust. So maybe it's an unfair assessment, but on the other hand, another Tony should be qualified to judge. Steve just blinks.]

I told you about Germany.

[But not about Siberia, and he hadn't touched Ultron, hadn't mentioned the five years Tony hid away from the world after Thanos. So maybe he's omitting a few things - but, to be fair, it's a lot to talk about, a lot that cuts dangerously close to Steve's emotions. He still remembers a gaunt Tony ripping his arc reactor off and shoving it into Steve's hands, utterly defeated, filled with self-righteous anger and loss and maybe a little madness from slowly starving to death in space for three weeks.]

I don't exactly have anything else to go by, you know.