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[make_it_hurt]

It hurts. He hurts. Ste-- the target was there. A few feet away. But the Soldier can't even stand. He's curled on his side, gasping for air around the pain in his gut, his shoulder, his entire body. 

But one of his handlers would come for him. This was where he was supposed to meet them, if something went wrong. They were supposed to be here, so all he had to do was wait. 

But in the mean time, he was dying. The schedule had been burned into his body and mind - after too long out of the ice, he'd start to break down. He was already remembering. He <i>knew</i> the man still unconscious on the floor a ways away. He knew him in a way that made the soldier fear his handler's retribution. He flinched from a phantom slap, then shuddered out a breath into the concrete. 

They gave him the shots, and the shots burned, but they made everything else... less. This is too much. His hands curl into fists, then open, then close again in a fistful of hair. 

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[doesntrunaway]

He barked something that might have been a laugh under other circumstances, just shaking his head and managing not to grind his teeth, "Yeah. Lucky." He knew he was, at least to some degree, lucky he was still alive, and he'd be even luckier if he didn't go into shock or sepsis or worse from having landed in the Potomac, let alone whatever else he'd been dragged or carried through to get to where they were now.

He was also trying to keep an eye on Bucky, mostly just to reassure himself that it really was Bucky there and not the blank emotionlessness that had been the Winter Soldier, had to convince himself this wasn't some elaborate trap.

[make_it_hurt]

"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.

[doesntrunaway]

Even injured like he was, and half-delirious, Steve knew better than to argue that point. Which wasn't to say that he wouldn't argue if it came to that, knowing better than to take Bucky anywhere that he might be seen, especially a crowded hospital, but for the time being, he just nodded, "Okay, okay fine."

He turned his head a little to catch Bucky's eyes again, "Bucky, Sam here's pararescue. Medic. He knows what he's doing, just, just let him take care of your arm, please. He's trying to help."