Caught up in the moment, Steve's forgotten, too. But it looks like most of everything is all cleaned up, from the waist-up anyway. "I can take care of the rest and change him into dryer clothes," he says. "I found some women's clothes in the attic-- they smell a little bit like mothballs but they're completely clean, if you want them. I stuck them by the window in my room, to air them out. I was going to give them to Jones tomorrow. There are more towels in the linen closet." He knows she's not really a nurse and there's no reason she has to stick around for having to take Tony's pants off.

Oh. It totally just caught up to him what Tony meant earlier, so he might be pressing these new bandages on a little tight because honestly, Tony can't even think straight and he's still... really??? There's a "you're worse than your father" comment in Steve's head somewhere, but he'll settle for frowning a bit instead. He might have lost a little control over his body and over his mind, but he's trying to pull the reins tight. "Why don't I get you all those things and make you some tea?" Steve offers to Anna.