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[ somehow that helps, being reminded that steve can handle this even if the thought of him dying is what sent him into a panic to begin with. he bites down on the inside of his lip and tries to accept steve's words at face value. they're true even if they stress him out. he's no doubt going to rely on tony and his brain to get them home. which has him thinking back on the ask for an assist with shield stuff and that's- no. he can't deal with that right now. focus on the present, tony. take a deep fucking breath for once in your life. ]

So you got a space cold. Cool. No biggie.

[ if only that sounded convincing in any type of way. then - another beat. ]

You're not contagious, are you?