It’s good that there’s a follow up question because Tony had been about to quip about every boy’s favorite color being blue. He wouldn’t buy any other reason, just like he would never admit that he hadn’t found his groove for this sort of thing until he was in his early twenties. At seventeen, he was the kid stealing grants and tenure from his professors at MIT and no one in his classes got along with him. He hadn’t yet learned to use that to his advantage.

“Cheeseburgers,” he answers smoothly and crouch walks back towards Bucky. “In and Out Burger is the best but I’ll take McDonald’s if that’s all that’s around. Are you going to say pizza?”

He doesn’t know why he keeps trying to guess here, and it doesn’t occur to him that he’s still desperately reaching out to make the connection that had been lost to him.

They should be able to already know these things, to pull them through their bond, but it had all been aborted. Tony’s mind hasn’t processed all that yet.