"Maybe," Tony said, "but not at any dangerous levels. Most of my wounds have scabbed over and-- Shit--!" Okay, one of those really did hurt. He shuddered and tried to stay still, but when a two inch long piece of glass was tugged out of your left shoulder, he was pretty sure that gave him the license to curse just a little bit.

The smaller pieces caused his skin to bead with blood ever so slightly but that one might need some stitching.

Tony's teeth gritted. "Bastard shouldn't have been able to throw me like that," he complained. "It was plate glass, triple paned. I don't understand how it broke."

A little bit of ice went a long way, however.