"Bucky is alive." Tony repeated it because it was the third time that Steve had said it, half asleep and mumbling into his glove at the restaurant. He was probably the only one still mostly awake right now, invigorated, as if lightning was flowing through his veins. His heart felt like it would beat right out of his chest and like he could actually feel the earth turning under his feet-- He was probably just hopped up on adrenaline, though. He didn't question it. Not yet.

Thor was gone, off to locate his 'incorrigible' brother who destroyed their city. Banner was housing meat with soulless eyes as he recovered from the Hulk. Their two assassins were sending each other furtive glances that Tony interpreted as querying where they would fuck later. And that left only Rogers to focus on because he was the only one saying anything.

"Okay, I'll bite." He plopped down his sandwich, watching Bruce reach across him to pick it up again and eat that too, interrupting his train of thought towards Rogers. "You know, I'll just get you another one," he said under his breath, but Banner wasn't paying a lick of mind to him, like he was simply going through the motions.

Tony rolled his eyes and focused again on the blond mumbler.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"