"Good morning, sleeping beauty." Tony says, but it doesn't have its usual spark to it. "How are you feeling?" He asks. Somethings off.

Tony showing concern for you is normal, but not the somber look on his face. The whole Ultron thing has just blown over, thank god. But you don't remember much.

You remember the battle, Sokovia... Your leg. Your leg was hurt—

You wish you never looked down. You wish you kept your eyes on Tony and not the stump that's there instead of your leg.