Tony put his face in his hands and groaned. Terrific. They were trying to keep this boy alive and now he just went from being a super strong, fast healing super kid to just a regular dumb kid. He wanted to scream or cry or throw a fit, but he just takes another ragged breath and sits up.

"Wonderful."

He hoisted himself up off the stool he'd been sitting in. "You, rest. Use that machine till you feel you'll be fine without it- and really fine. Not 'I'm going to make up crap' fine. And then turn it off."

He just.. he needed to get away from the situation for a few minutes. Why couldn't Quill have stocked this place with more alcohol?