"Alright, because he sure feels like a Guide to me." The longer he was sitting here, the more his senses became sure that Barnes was maybe, possibly a Guide. Kind of in the same way that Steve was maybe, possibly a Sentinel.
But Steve's injuries were more important at the moment. He was busy cutting open his clothing. Steve had been shot twice, and knifed, and there was plenty of blunt trauma from what had to be a slugfest with Barnes, but he was already starting to heal. He reached behind Steve to check for exit wounds, and was glad they were both through and through. No need to go fishing for the bullet, but it was Steve's healing that had saved him from bleeding out.
"We need to clean your wounds." Hopefully Steve didn't have a perforated intestine, since he was insisting on no hospital.
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Date: 2018-06-05 02:38 am (UTC)But Steve's injuries were more important at the moment. He was busy cutting open his clothing. Steve had been shot twice, and knifed, and there was plenty of blunt trauma from what had to be a slugfest with Barnes, but he was already starting to heal. He reached behind Steve to check for exit wounds, and was glad they were both through and through. No need to go fishing for the bullet, but it was Steve's healing that had saved him from bleeding out.
"We need to clean your wounds." Hopefully Steve didn't have a perforated intestine, since he was insisting on no hospital.