It was no use playing dumb with Steve, which would have gotten Tony out of a whole lot of jams and lectures if he could figure out the knack to it, so he gave a pessimistic grimace while he replied, "Is it working?" Most people were into the armor--some more than others, but overwhelmingly preferred it to Tony. It was worth a shot. No more knowledgeable than when he started, Tony huffed a frustrated breath before springing up and off the bed, fast and jittery to make up for that waste of a stillness. It had to have been at least a month that he was there, see, he could be still. Arms shook out and all processes running as usual, Tony flopped back down on the edge of the bed to slurp his soup, shoulders rounded and back to Steve who didn't know anything about how still Tony could be or knew himself what it was that gave him wood. Mysteries of the Dark Ages.
"There's a medical development compound on Campus," he belatedly elaborated. "If there's something to find, we could do it there." It was early enough that the place would still be buzzing with activity, but Tony knew the boss. He could work something out.