Tony winced as he made his way toward the elevator. Yeah, he was in pain, but he'd live. He had gone through worse with the Ten Rings. Granted, this pain was right after that in a list of 'worst experiences ever,' but it still wasn't the worst.

"I'll heal," he groaned as he leaned against the wall and waited for the elevator. "You did an alright job patching me up." More or less. Maybe. He hadn't ripped the stitches yet, and as far as he could tell, his arc reactor was still intact, and he was breathing. He'd ask Jarv to give him a body scan, but there were other things he had to take care of.

His priority was getting the bullets out of Bucky. Yeah, he was exhausted but he was more than ready to argue his point. Maybe he was being stubborn, or maybe he just didn't know how to express how much he cared about his bond. Who knew. "Yeah, but then I'll have to cut you open again just to get them out. Let me take care of you."

Did he just... Say that?