Bucky carefully stepped partially between the medics and the alien, ready to mediate if necessary. "I think he can walk," he told the medics while giving them a sympathetic glance.
The alien seemed to agree with him, saying something first, and then repeating it, but more slowly. He put his hand on his chest with a word, and then two more while making the universal gesture for walking. So he definitely agreed that he could walk.
"I'll support him if he needs it. If he falls over, we can put him on the stretcher." Bucky knew a lot of the medics and doctors, from his own time healing here. He trusted them fully. He also didn't want to put them in danger by them trying to make an unknown entity do something he didn't want to do. So far, they hadn't seen evidence of enhanced abilities, but it was unlikely he had given up his only weapon.
He looked back at the alien. "If you," he started, pointing to the alien, "are in too much pain," He touched his head, "We can stop." He held out his hand palm-out then pointed down.
Then, he offered his arm for support. "I'll help you," he told the man, trying to keep his tone calm. "I trust them." He pointed to the medics, then touched his arm. "They helped me too." It was hard to convey 'they fixed the brainwashing that turned me into an assassin that killed hundreds of people over seventy years' but a prosthetic, vibranium arm was probably easier to understand.
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Bucky carefully stepped partially between the medics and the alien, ready to mediate if necessary. "I think he can walk," he told the medics while giving them a sympathetic glance.
The alien seemed to agree with him, saying something first, and then repeating it, but more slowly. He put his hand on his chest with a word, and then two more while making the universal gesture for walking. So he definitely agreed that he could walk.
"I'll support him if he needs it. If he falls over, we can put him on the stretcher." Bucky knew a lot of the medics and doctors, from his own time healing here. He trusted them fully. He also didn't want to put them in danger by them trying to make an unknown entity do something he didn't want to do. So far, they hadn't seen evidence of enhanced abilities, but it was unlikely he had given up his only weapon.
He looked back at the alien. "If you," he started, pointing to the alien, "are in too much pain," He touched his head, "We can stop." He held out his hand palm-out then pointed down.
Then, he offered his arm for support. "I'll help you," he told the man, trying to keep his tone calm. "I trust them." He pointed to the medics, then touched his arm. "They helped me too." It was hard to convey 'they fixed the brainwashing that turned me into an assassin that killed hundreds of people over seventy years' but a prosthetic, vibranium arm was probably easier to understand.