"Stay still," Iron Man instructed quietly, cool hand on Steve's chest a moment before returning to the wound now cleaned and ready for stitching. It was a long time before he rejoined the conversation, dwelling on the worst case scenario, trying to feel out all of the ripples that would cause, how likely it would be then that they would lose Wanda entirely, what that really meant. The Iron Man hid the way Tony shook, letting him continue steadily until snipping the thread and slowly setting down his needle.
"I can fly out," he finally said, tasting the salt on his lips when we spoke with some surprise. He raised his shoulder like he could wipe it away on his sleeve then deflated, blinking and licking his lips. He was just tired, it was okay. The implication in his statement should have been clear enough; he didn't have to say 'alone' to remind Steve that he didn't carry passengers. Keep the conversation going. "If I can't get back in then, it's just me," he continued, taping a new bandage down.