"Yeah. He is. Lucky guy."

He tips his drink back.

"It's what he deserves."

"Anyways. I'm glad you're alive at least."

He sips his drink.

"Steve would be too. He believed in you."

"Meh. Pretty girls don't stick around these days. It might have something to do with... Y'know. Everything."

"Yeah. Just ask my therapist."

Buck knows a thing or two about depressive episodes. His own, but also... What with his team...

"If you were dead, you couldn't flirt with me. Then where would I be?"

Shifting a little closer to Tony.

"Celebratory or..."

He swirls his glass idly.

A glance Tony's way.

"Been a while since you had any. What's the occasion?"

Ah, well. Pobody's Nerfect.

Buck laughs and shakes his head, looking down at his own glass in his hand.

"I like that answer."

Bucky isn't judging! He just knew that was something Tony was working on maybe.

He blinks at that compliment. That flirt.

"Oh yeah? Is it the haunted eyes or the gaunt cheeks that do it for you?"

His tone is playful, if dry.

Drinks? Does he drink? Buck thought he'd given it up.

"Ha. YOU'RE depressing? Have you even MET me?"

[His head tilts.]

Meaning something to the world isn't the same as meaning something to yourself.

But you probably aren't looking for an in-depth conversation about mind stuff.

You've saved the world a couple times. Think that probably counts.

You're crazy, Stark. I like it.

Hell yeah. The more initials you have after your name, the more important you are.

... Yes?