"Okay, alright, we won't, just lay back." Sam really wanted Steve to lay down. He had at least two bullet holes in him that Sam could see, and super soldier healing or not, it would still take time. At least he hadn't bled out, but it was a minor miracle considering the condition he was still in.
And honestly, Sam didn't know if he cared if Hydra found Barnes or not. The man was responsible for a lot of murder, including attempted murder of not only himself and Nat, but also Steve, his ostensible best friend. "You're full of holes that aren't supposed to be there, you need to lay down."
"Should I still call an ambulance?" Maria sounded doubtful about calling it off, but Sam turned to look at Barnes for another moment - still looking at the doorway, still rubbing the wrong way across Sam's senses - before returning to Steve.
"No, hold off. For now, at least. He's healing himself pretty quickly. I might need your help, though. Barnes is here."
And it was pretty clear that something was wrong with him. He was lying on his left side, on the metal arm, metal hand curled around his right shoulder. His face was tense, teeth gritted.
"Alright, I'll be there." She started getting up and moving around her things, probably putting on body armor and getting a gun.
Sam, meanwhile, angled himself so he could keep an eye on Barnes even as he started on Steve, giving him a very hefty dose of a painkiller.
The Soldier, at the same time, was finding himself both more aware and less. He was trembling, his entire body screaming like it was on fire, like he'd just come out of the ice and was being moved too quickly.
But every time he looked at one of his unofficial targets - the black man, the one that had had the wings he'd ripped off with his left hand - he felt himself calm. It was just a little bit easier to breathe, the pain faded, his head cleared.
"Hey, Steve, your friend doesn't happen to be a Guide, does he?" The man asked Steve. He was tense, his head turned so he could watch the Soldier and the Soldier could watch him.
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And honestly, Sam didn't know if he cared if Hydra found Barnes or not. The man was responsible for a lot of murder, including attempted murder of not only himself and Nat, but also Steve, his ostensible best friend. "You're full of holes that aren't supposed to be there, you need to lay down."
"Should I still call an ambulance?" Maria sounded doubtful about calling it off, but Sam turned to look at Barnes for another moment - still looking at the doorway, still rubbing the wrong way across Sam's senses - before returning to Steve.
"No, hold off. For now, at least. He's healing himself pretty quickly. I might need your help, though. Barnes is here."
And it was pretty clear that something was wrong with him. He was lying on his left side, on the metal arm, metal hand curled around his right shoulder. His face was tense, teeth gritted.
"Alright, I'll be there." She started getting up and moving around her things, probably putting on body armor and getting a gun.
Sam, meanwhile, angled himself so he could keep an eye on Barnes even as he started on Steve, giving him a very hefty dose of a painkiller.
The Soldier, at the same time, was finding himself both more aware and less. He was trembling, his entire body screaming like it was on fire, like he'd just come out of the ice and was being moved too quickly.
But every time he looked at one of his unofficial targets - the black man, the one that had had the wings he'd ripped off with his left hand - he felt himself calm. It was just a little bit easier to breathe, the pain faded, his head cleared.
"Hey, Steve, your friend doesn't happen to be a Guide, does he?" The man asked Steve. He was tense, his head turned so he could watch the Soldier and the Soldier could watch him.