No blood or other fluids was a good sign. Just to be sure, Tony caught Bucky's cheek with a flat palm from his cautiously hovering hand to keep him still long enough for Tony to study his eyes, watching for any erratic focus before Tony was sucking his teeth at that swelling. "You've looked better," he agreed. With a glance over his shoulder at the now empty train station, feeling absolutely barren without the bulk of the train and the hiss of its cooling engines and with the scattering of Tony's armor pieces looking incredibly insignificant now in the space, Tony cocked his head to listen with these adjusted acoustics. The sound of the train rumbling away was gone now, too far, but it had spooked any of the birds that had gathered in the branches above and sent chattering scavengers retreating underground, leaving the forest quiet with anticipation. "Do you hear water?" Tony muttered. It might not be ice-chilled, but it would help clean up this mess and be better than no relief at all.