It was Friday that answered the call in her chipper, programmed voice. "Mr. Stark is sleeping now," she told Steve. "He took a see bit too many pain killers for the job and more scotch than I recommended but you know the boss! He never listens. Would you care to leave a message?"

The truth was that Tony was not sleeping. He'd been taken care of quickly and easily, had skin and bones more or less printed back into place again though that didn't stop the pain.

What he was doing was drowning himself in work. He'd listened to Bucky rant about Howard. Steve's best friend had killed his dad. That wasn't much of a problem. The Soldier was not Bucky. He was just too busy sulking over being alone.

He'd expected to come to with Steve there.