Steve still hadn't said what had happened exactly, just explained that he'd been hurt, and he'd never been good at sewing himself up. It was at an awkward angle. He might have been able to manage, but this was easier. Mostly.
The quietness of it all was a touch unnerving, and Steve felt like the details of the battle must be written out on his forehead. Captain America, bested by a pretty girl who rubbed herself against him. Not the headline he usually aimed for.
Plus this quiet, this stark, clean environment...it was a far cry from the quick medical attention you received on the field. Gun fire, and men all around you, no room for your thoughts. They were all he could hear now.
He glanced up, having been watching the process for a time, and his eyes briefly caught Tony's before looking away again.
"...Thank you," he mumbled finally, breaking the silence, "For...all of this."