Even though Tony'd had more than a few experiences with idiocy and addiction in his formative years, he had no idea what it was like to go cold turkey; rich kids went to really nice rehab getaways. He did know what it felt like to hurt beyond all reason though, and he was careful not to further jostle her. Friday was assessing things -- pointing out what he already knew and smaller, still important details in his ear but none of it seemed overly useful when coupled with Steve's sudden illness, too ---
Actually. Maybe it sort of did. Gwen's question was -- probably apt. He took Gwen's hand and turned it gently to see the spot of the bites. "It's not supposed to happen like that," he said slowly, "But I think there's something going around. Steve woke up without his -- enhancements, too." And that was... worrying. That it'd happen to them both. But there was some comfort in the fact that Gwen might get to feeling better at least physically if whatever was happening just... finished happening. "But you're gonna be okay. It's gonna be fine." He hated the way the bruising looked, like palladium poisoning.