Tony visibly deflated. "Amazingly, no one's giving me a time frame. They're talking about letting me try to sit up on my own next week, so that's promising."
He wouldn't pretend that shit hadn't gotten just about as real as it could get with this whole gaping chest wound thing, but Tony Stark sat still about as well as a two year old.
And that's being slightly hard on the two year old.
"So hopefully that's not an empty promise." He doubted that. Rogers wasn't the sort of guy to promise something he wouldn't deliver on. "We could play cards, or eat pudding. Whatever."