The extent of the damage was enough to soften Tony, making him drop his shoulders with a long sigh to take it all in with careful hands hovering over Steve's shoulders to get him to twist and lift his arms as Iron Man examined him. Tony didn't even have any good quips for the shoddy workmanship. The guilt would always be there, and the icy hot vengeance would come later. It would have to be really good, really thorough, to make up for this and Pietro.
"So," Iron Man murmured as he carefully peeled the old bandages off and dropped them with distaste on the floor. They had a lot to talk about, and Tony had a lot of work to do here. As long as Steve was up for it. Iron Man lifted his head, like he meant to catch Steve's eye to asses how chatty he was, before gently coaxing him onto his back. The cool gauntlet on Steve's chest shifted subtly, changing as Iron Man asked, "We got a plan?" The internal scan that slowly knit together in front of Tony's eyes as he passed his smooth hand down Steve's stomach showed five foreign agents, all extractable without any disturbance of internal organs. At least they had that.