At least the actual operation itself was done, or Mohinder surely would have been shouted at for disturbing him when he needed his concentration the most. But all there was to do now was wait and monitor Tony's vital signs, which is what he was doing. FRIDAY was obligingly piping classical music through the headpiece of Tony's ruined armour, since that was the only way she could really communicate now.

He had no idea what Steve and Bucky had told the others of what had happened to Tony. An 'accident' setting off an Asgardian trap, or a malfunction in the suit, or-- but he knew that they wouldn't out him. It was a relief and then he felt sick with guilt for being relieved when this is what he had done.

He looked pretty ashen himself when the door opened and Mohinder came in, eyes tired and sad behind his glasses.

"What is it?" Not a shout, just a weary question.