Cursing didn't bother Steve. He was a soldier; he heard plenty of it even if he didn't do much of it himself. He was trying to be careful as he pulled pieces out but it wasn't easy. He was trying to move slow enough that it didn't just fracture more.

After a few large pieces and a handful of smaller pieces are pulled out, he inspected the cuts closely. One did likely need stitches. It was bleeding rather nicely, at least until Steve leaned down and licked carefully, a small sound escaping him as he did. Delicious.

"They're as strong as me, if not stronger and there's no telling if he had done something to the window," Steve pointed out, breath close to Tony's back as he shifted to another cut.