The back of his head was still coated in his iron matrix armor and so when he hit it against the wall, no real damage was done, thankfully. It took all his effort to get his elbow joint to work well enough to get his hand to Steve's chest, and even then, his fingers wouldn't unclench. He needed to come up with a backup system for this on his next suit. Even with the servos fried, he needed to be able to get the suit to move with him.

"Because of what my dad did to you?" This was not the time, place, or context to have a discussion like this and yet, even as Steve licked at the blood on his face again, Tony did little more than exhale.

Again, it tingled.

Tingled like a current was running through him.

"If it's not the alcohol, it's the reactor. Or my palm oil hair products. Didn't peg you for a blood fetish sort of guy."