Tony was ready to tell Peter that he really didn't need to get up, but before he could even manage, the kid was already doing it. "Ehh, no offense, but I'm just gonna do this." Since he couldn't really move the arm where he had been shot in his shoulder all that much, he used the mobility he could to unhook the needle piece of the IV line before replacing it with his own. It took some doing, but if Peter was still being pumped with drugs, at least his IV would hopefully have something to erase the edge that he was feeling and it would help him breathe a little easier.

"Thanks, kid," Tony said sincerely. Now that he was awake, he pushed the button for his bed so that he could sit up a little, but was sure to not overdo it. All the movement he was doing was already making him a little dizzy, but he tried to ignore the sensation.

"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it," he continued with the banter, "it's just not my thing."

He turned to Peter, watching him for a moment before his expression turned a little serious. "So, I gotta ask. If you've just been 'asleep,' then no one has gotten a chance to ask you anything about what happened?"