[xiv] waste

“Sir, it has been twenty-nine hours since you last consumed something other than battery acid.”

Tony snorts, amused that Jarvis picked up Steve’s nickname for coffee.

“Your point? Still standing. Now, throw me those specs with the adjustments.”

Jarvis does. Jarvis also removes the lockdown, effectively letting a quietly fretting Steve into the workshop.

Tony is almost upset when he realizes there is no food in the soldier’s hand.

“Tony.” He looks up, hair a mess and face streaked with grease, and Steve smiles.

“C’mon, time to shower and eat. You’re going to waste away down here.”

Tony doesn’t resist.