The Soldier knew that Tony was lying and that they both would need more than a little patching up in order the make it through their day. He understood that Tony had to put on a brave face to off-set the need to take care of his bond over himself like he wanted to. His injuries were no doubt more serious, but he also had a healing factor which would allow him to endure far better than Tony. Pain was a factor that he had been trained to endure, to fight through, to finish the mission for, and right now, that mission happened to be relieving Tony's distress and pain.

The hand holding was nice, not something that either of them indulged in much. It dulled the ache of his wounds, provided him with a distraction that he could half-close his eyes to enjoying. The bond thrummed stronger than ever in his body, particularly along his shoulder where Tony's name was a constant reminder of his bonding status. The ebb and flow of warmth through his body because of them bond left him pliable, so he went with Tony out of the elevator, his fingers gently squeezing now and then.

"I don't need pain medication," he murmured as he released Tony's hand in order to go and sit on the table, finally accepting that his bond might be happiest fixing him up first. "I can endure. I always have for other treatments. Maybe you should take some pain medication; it is obvious that you're in pain."