Tomorrow's a new day. That was -- well. It was just incredibly cute. And very optimistic. It was just very Steve, through and through, and Tony couldn't help but smile even as he stuck a little bandaid on the spot where he'd given Steve a shot. Knowing him in this condition, it'd probably leave a bruise.
Funny, since there wasn't much he could do to Steve in his normal state that'd leave any kind of lasting mark.
"Yeah, you're not wrong kiddo," he agreed. "And I've done this once or twice. Painless, right? I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
He washed his hands again, put everything away except for the inhaler -- Steve ought to keep that on him. "Alright, Captain. You're set here. Now what?"