Tony saw something being extended towards him, and it wasn't from either of his 'bots.
"I don't like being handed things. Put it down and go away." He said, without looking up from the gauntlet he was repairing.
"It's a sandwich, Tony. You've been down here for hours, you need to eat." Steve replied with concern, placing the plate on the workbench. He stood for a moment, watching Tony, before turning and heading for the door.