[Shit. That wasn't supposed to freak the guy out - he was saying it was under control. It's a blessing and a curse to lose the distraction of the conversation so soon after they'd picked up again. In the time it takes Tony to reach him, Stephen does what he probably should have done earlier: he meditates. It's great for his heart rate, but it's probably bad for looking like he isn't dying. When Tony bursts in, he'll find Stephen sitting cross-legged against a wall with his palms turned upward on his lap, a blanket sticky with blood partly wrapped around him, partly wadded up and jammed between his elbow and his side. He's staring at the floor in front of him with half open, unfocused eyes, his breathing slow and steady, and it takes him a few seconds to react to the other man's arrival. When he does, he'll lift his head and blink a few times like he's waking up, and he'll speak with a voice that's a lot calmer than the situation would seem to warrant.]
Oh. There you are.
[If he was going to say anything else, though, he stops with a sudden look of surprise and confusion when he gets a glimpse of his rescuer's face.]
My assumption is that Stephen would recognize Stark from TV at a minimum
Oh. There you are.
[If he was going to say anything else, though, he stops with a sudden look of surprise and confusion when he gets a glimpse of his rescuer's face.]