Bruce had learned that drugs in Tony's system were a bad idea for only one reason. They slowed his thought process and he never listened to the doctors warnings about using pain medication before working in a lab. So Bruce never heavily prescribed anything after he was injured. But now he was locked in the hospital wing with armed guards and the rest of SHIELD surrounding him. No way he could react badly.
So after a few more weeks of screaming and crying when he snapped awake, his body was finally responding to the medication he was given and he woke up slowly, groaning.
Steve stayed where he was, suddenly angry again. Then he hesitated when Tony arched off the bed in pain. He hissed from behind his oxygen mask and his head lolled to the side, eyes shut tight.
The soldier rose, his curiosity getting the best of him. Another few steps and he blinked in surprise.
Tony's wounds across his torso had been healing fine, almost perfectly the past few weeks but now they were searing black in his skin as if they were made yesterday.
What possessed Steve to reach out and touch a particularly deep slash on Tony's throat, he doesn't know, but when his finger made contact, Tony relaxed completely. The wounds all disappeared and his skin was healed as fast as the vampires had done once before with his burn wounds.
"It wasn't his fault you know." Said a calm and beautiful voice.
Steve turned to find Rebekah smiling in the doorway.