Steve sighs taking Tony's hand in his good one and reaching out with a foot to pull a kitchen chair around and position it across from his. He nudges Tony back a step and urges him to sit with a nod. Stark really should be sleeping his way to sobriety, not playing nursemaid...

"Plenty. I'm human aren't I? I went to war, I saw a lot of messed up things. Sometimes I remember them a little too clearly."

He sucks in a breath, pondering how drunk Tony is and how likely to remember anything of what he says tomorrow.

Tony tilts his head just so, with a smirk of an expectant smile, and Steve is hit square beneath the ribs with the realization that he's probably never spoken once to Tony, who is arguably his best friend here in the future, about the best friend he ever had back home...

"I've never really told you about Bucky, have I?"