"Thanks, I hate it," he announces cheerfully, raising his glass in a toast. He doesn't even for a second bother trying to talk Tony out of the name - knows better, first of all, because he's known Stark for longer than two and a half minutes (which is all it would take to hazard that guess). Second, because he doesn't yet feel like he's on stable enough ground to argue for himself just yet, and may not for a while.
Third and most importantly, though, he doesn't actually care all that much. He's easy-going. Sue him. As long as he can drink and coexist the rest is just details.
This next one is the one that's gonna get him, he can tell. A few slugs of vodka with Steve earlier, now his second glass of whiskey, the trappings of a pleasant buzz settle in and manifest in a barely visible flush. He's always been a little swarthy, a little tan, the shifts in color aren't nearly so visible on him as they are on Steve. Speaking of which, circling back to the question from earlier...
"Steve's from right after everything happened. Right after the fight. They threw me in a freezer in Wakanda, and five minutes later he wakes up here at the bottom of a well."
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Third and most importantly, though, he doesn't actually care all that much. He's easy-going. Sue him. As long as he can drink and coexist the rest is just details.
This next one is the one that's gonna get him, he can tell. A few slugs of vodka with Steve earlier, now his second glass of whiskey, the trappings of a pleasant buzz settle in and manifest in a barely visible flush. He's always been a little swarthy, a little tan, the shifts in color aren't nearly so visible on him as they are on Steve. Speaking of which, circling back to the question from earlier...
"Steve's from right after everything happened. Right after the fight. They threw me in a freezer in Wakanda, and five minutes later he wakes up here at the bottom of a well."