Stark Tower But Wee, Saturday morning

Steve woke up at stupid early o'clock--why break the habit of more than half a century?--and glanced around. Right, the reunion! He hadn't seen this furniture in a while. He grinned and poked at the bedsheet-covered lump next to him. "Tony. Time to get up."

It was probably three hours before Tony would prefer to get up, but details!

[OOC: For that guy.]