By then, Tony had taken a deep breath and experimentally touched the skin next to his implant, expecting it to be singed and thinking he had just stopped being able to feel anything. He was pretty sure he had stopped being able to feel anything below the waist an hour ago, anyway. But he found everything as it should have been, scarred but still intact, and rubbed his fingers across the face of the repulsor instead.
When Steve's fist connected, Tony found how quickly just how much sensation he was still capable of experiencing. He stumbled with the impact, his jaw popping and the breath knocked out of him again in sheer surprise. Steve really thought he could take Tony on now? It was about time Steve figured out he wasn't the only one with a few physical enhancements, and which one of them healed faster. Reflexively, the ports in Tony's skin opened to let his underarmor seep out and Tony finally shrugged his shirt off as he worked his jaw to reveal the gold running down his arms to coat all the way to his fingertips. There was a shrieking from the ballroom that he barely heard, not over the blood pounding in his ears when he launched forward, feinting just like he was taught with a grab from his left to land his elbow under Steve's chin.