Tony gave the kid a pat on the arm that was still attached to him, getting up to find him a glass of water and a few painkillers. "Uh, food might be... well, Steve eats a lot."

Leftovers didn't exist in this house.

"I could make a green smoothie for him, but other than that."

He shamelessly gave Eliot a pleading look to provide them all with food. Being literally the only one who could cook.