Iron Man didn't turn to accept that smile, instead working steadily until he could hold up the bullet, this one whole, pulled from Steve's muscle. Steve probably shouldn't have been going anywhere for a while. "Three to go," Tony announced, metal ringing as he dropped the invasive agent. This one had gone a little faster, he was getting the hang of it. Even the stitching looked neater as he sewed the aggravated wound closed. "How are you doing?" he murmured when he gingerly taped the bandage in place, hazarding a glance at Steve's face finally to judge the honesty of his answer. Maybe Steve was kind of right, though Tony wasn't going to admit that out loud. Splitting up had them in this position, Steve riddled with holes and his blood on Iron Man's gloves.