"Don't stay up here too long, I did hear something about suicide rates going up and we don't want people thinking dear Captain America is going to follow suit." It was the only way Tony knew how to say 'you're welcome'. He stood up from the ledge, reaching back to get his helmet and place it back on his head, the face plate clanked loudly and the bright blue light eyes beamed on.
Tony stepped back a safe distance from Steve, the repulsors in his hands and boots firing to life and pushing him upward, letting him hover there. "By then? Expect a phone call tomorrow, Steve. What do you think I am, a slacker?" The digitized voice of the suit boomed, Tony's familiar voice laced within it, chuckling. He didn't let Steve reply before shooting off. He was confident the Captain would be fine now, and Stark had a lot of work to do.