He stepped in and allowed her to close the door. Of course she was a busy woman-she was always busy. But the small smile she gave him was something he noticed and he ducked his head a bit to give her a smile back. Those didn't come too often from her, so it must have been a good day. He was sure that wasn't just because he was there.

"It's fine. Mostly healed, now."

He glanced down at his chest. The cut that she had inflicted had been deep, deeper than anything that Steve ever had inflicted on him since the war. Even cuts from enemy soldiers hadn't been that deep or brutal. Of course nothing vital was hit, but it was still deep and if he was a normal person, he might have been down for at least a few days. Fortunately, he happened to be a super soldier and the cut was now nothing more than a red slightly tender mark on his chest.

The thought of it made him almost want to lay right on his back of that table and have her do it all over again. That was a problem, right? He shouldn't want her to do that to him, but the thought of her shackling him down and having her way with him again was enticing. She could tie him down and demand that he pleasure her with his tongue and there wouldn't be anything he could do about it. He...shouldn't like that, right? It wasn't right.

But he was with her, and he knew that that was right, even if the circumstances were questionable.

And even if he sometimes thought that it would be nice to share a bed like a couple of normal people, he was still okay with this arrangement. It was all under Stark's control, and he was more than happy to let her take the reigns of this... arrangement. She had the control she wanted, and he was able to see her another night. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough for him, at least for the meantime.

"I think if we leave it alone for a while it'll heal in a few hours."