[ That softness in Steve’s eyes is impossible to look away from, and for a moment Tony doesn’t know what to do with it. Part of him feels like he’s just imagining it, that maybe he’s just dreaming this whole thing. Not that he wants it to be, it just feels dangerous to accept that it could be real.

So, he focuses on their banter instead. The look earns him a small eye roll that he doesn’t mean, and it shows by the faint smile on his face before he shakes his head slightly. ]

I think the most I can do is sit right now, and even then, I’d guess the bed would have to do most of the work. [ He shifts his head slightly to try to see his arm, see how bad it is since that’s where the pain is radiating from. Just turning to his left side feels like it aggravates it, but it doesn’t last long since he can’t see much, anyway. His arm is covered in some sort of gauze and in a sling to hold it in place.

Turning back to Steve, he watches him for a moment before speaking again. ]

Should you even be out of bed?