Anthony Edward Stark

People didn't... People like Steve didn't exist. Tony frowned and worked the largest piece of glass from his palm and then tossed it into the garbage chute. He cursed the whole while, cupping the blood in his hand before he removed the other. There wasn't anything else in his hand, the rest had just shattered over the granite.

"As long as we understand each other," Tony said and stepped around the bar carefully, cradling the blood in both hands now. "And you're knocking from now on."

He lifted his hands to Steve, holding his breath.