Tony hummed thoughtfully, but didn't have any thoughts with staying power. Poor circulation, great. It didn't really help him think, but he circled the table to ghost his finger through Steve's hair and hold his head straight and still on the table, glaring down at him and his unanticipated condition. "All symptoms suggest an infection of influenza," JARVIS reported helpfully, as though they hadn't already figured that out. Captain America didn't just get the flu, though. "There is a 7% chance of respiratory complications that require further investigation."
Right. Help his circulation, help fight the infection, see where they are then. A few injections, huffing, and muttering to himself later, Tony was back by Steve's head and staring at him, fingers combing through his hair, considering the faint, angel outline of him warmed into the table. "Are you sure nothing weird happened?" This wasn't a problem Tony could solve without more data; he didn't even know what the problem was.