Din watched as Bucky spoke with the strangers, bracing against the way his gut wrenched seeing so many others seeing his riduur's face. So many seeing him like this was no different than the few that had already seen him— or the countless others before Din crashed on this rock. But that didn’t change the way it made him feel.
He took in a slow, deep breath to steady himself, and reminded himself of the redemption he himself found in the Living Waters.
Bucky was talking again, this time to him, with some hand gestures thrown in to help with the language barrier. He watched him silently, focusing on the gestures and Bucky’s mannerisms to parse out what he was trying to communicate. He was trying to reassure Din (maybe), probably telling him the medics were there to help him— that.. they had done something with his arm? Had they repaired it? He couldn’t imagine Bucky letting anyone outside the Barnes clan touch his arm, but then again he couldn’t imagine Bucky out of his armor while surrounded by outsiders.
Din let out a heavy sigh that he felt to his core, just loud enough for the vocoder to pick up.
The medics seemed unhappy, but reluctantly accepted that Din wasn't getting on the gurney. He took Bucky’s offered arm and leaned more of his weight on it than it looked like. He had let Bucky take his weight after enough fights and rough sparring matches to know how much the man could comfortably hold. The sooner Din could patch himself up, the better.
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He took in a slow, deep breath to steady himself, and reminded himself of the redemption he himself found in the Living Waters.
Bucky was talking again, this time to him, with some hand gestures thrown in to help with the language barrier. He watched him silently, focusing on the gestures and Bucky’s mannerisms to parse out what he was trying to communicate. He was trying to reassure Din (maybe), probably telling him the medics were there to help him— that.. they had done something with his arm? Had they repaired it? He couldn’t imagine Bucky letting anyone outside the Barnes clan touch his arm, but then again he couldn’t imagine Bucky out of his armor while surrounded by outsiders.
Din let out a heavy sigh that he felt to his core, just loud enough for the vocoder to pick up.
The medics seemed unhappy, but reluctantly accepted that Din wasn't getting on the gurney. He took Bucky’s offered arm and leaned more of his weight on it than it looked like. He had let Bucky take his weight after enough fights and rough sparring matches to know how much the man could comfortably hold. The sooner Din could patch himself up, the better.