"If you start getting worse, I don't care if you're a super soldier or not, I'm taking you to the hospital." Barnes would keep. Whatever reluctance Steve had had to hurt Barnes had very obviously not been reciprocated.

"There any beds in this place?" He asked, this time to Barnes, whose whole body jerked when Sam spoke to him, his head lifting.

"Yes," he started, then paused to swallow. Everything hurt so much still. His right arm was starting to go numb, but the fingers of his left were starting to move smoothly again.

"I'll set your shoulder as soon as I'm done here," Sam told him, as much as he wanted to just leave Barnes there and not get within range of that metal arm.

Satisfied that neither of Steve's bullet holes were going to kill him in the immediate future, Sam set to work bandaging him - the wounds needed to drain so he left them open, but layered on gauze thickly. While he worked, Maria got up, "I'll see about a bed for him," and headed off into the rest of the safe house.