Steve would like to have checked out of this conversation about two minutes back. Any relief he felt at knowing that whatever was in his system wasn't immediately harmful had been washed away by the growing embarrassment at just what was wrong with him. If ever there was a situation Steve thought he'd never be in this was it.

"How harmful?" He knew the minute the question was out of his mouth that he should have kept his mouth shut because it made seem even worse. Essentially he had to...get off or deal with some side effects that were bound to be painful. He really didn't want to do either but the former was definitely more appealing than the latter, just more mortifying.

It wasn't like he didn't do that sort of thing - he was a red blooded male after all - but the thought of someone else knowing that he did it, had to do it in order to work the drug through his system, made him want to take a swan dive back into the ice and sleep for another seventy years. And of all the people to be in the know it just had to be Tony Stark! The man was a walking advertisement for -- well, Tony wouldn't have a problem dealing with this if it had been him.

"Better question: Is there any way around that or is that the only course of action available?"