His eyes fluttered at the kiss, and he would have leaned into it if closing his eyes didn't make him think that at any moment he could fall back asleep. The drugs were still present, but the pressing need of getting them to a safe place overrode the affects. Now that they had reached said safe place, his adrenaline was ebbing away, especially with the comfort of such a kiss. It told him that they were safe, that he had done a very good job in getting them this far.

He never expected words of thanks or love or trust from Tony. The most that might happen here and again was little gestures like these, and he could admit that he lived for them when they came about. This was what a bond was all about enjoying in his mind.

Still, he slid from the truck, limping towards the main elevator. "Shouldn't you call a doctor for your wounds? JARVIS can do that, yes?" It wasn't often that he spoke to JARVIS specifically, mostly because it seemed as if that were Tony's right and he was hard-pressed to speak to the ceiling or walls or intercoms. "My bullets will still be there by the time you're patched up."

And yes, they might just be arguing about medical treatment. He wanted Tony safe and sound in all regards.