Din groaned, the familiar sensation of Bucky chucking him over his shoulder. He could already hear the chastising coming— only it didn’t. He heard Bucky swear some alien curse, but beyond that everything just started melding together. Not even his stubbornness could keep him conscious right now.
“Put him on this one,” Shuri said, walking ahead with the medical team. There was a flurry of activity, the medical team trying to help Bucky as best as they could— but with that full plate armor of Vibranium, it wasn’t an easy task.
Din was in and out, only catching fragments of what was going on. The only thing he knew was that Bucky was nearby, within arm’s reach. It was enough to keep him from fighting the helping hands too much as they tried to arrange him on the table.
“Griot, does he need the helmet to breathe? We need it off so we can see how bad that head wound is.” Shuri said.
“It doesn’t appear so. There isn’t an airtight seal around the bottom, and I’m unable to detect any unusual gases emitting from it.”
“Alright, let’s get it off then. Have a look at our alien.”
A hand grasped the edge of his helmet. Bucky was nearby, was it Bucky?
He could feel his helmet shifting—
Din’s gloved hand snapped up to grab onto the wrist trying to remove his helmet.
“No!” Din ground out, squeezing to make his point across, trying to force his mind to cooperate.
“We’re trying to help you. We aren’t going to hurt you— why am I even bothering, he doesn’t understand a word I’m saying. Bucky, he trusts you, maybe you can—?” Shuri was saying, struggling not to hurt the space knight.
“Let go,” Din said, trying to tug the hand free of his helmet. She released his helmet and stepped back, hands up in a universal peace offering, or surrender, looking over at Bucky.
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Date: 2024-06-03 02:44 pm (UTC)“Put him on this one,” Shuri said, walking ahead with the medical team. There was a flurry of activity, the medical team trying to help Bucky as best as they could— but with that full plate armor of Vibranium, it wasn’t an easy task.
Din was in and out, only catching fragments of what was going on. The only thing he knew was that Bucky was nearby, within arm’s reach. It was enough to keep him from fighting the helping hands too much as they tried to arrange him on the table.
“Griot, does he need the helmet to breathe? We need it off so we can see how bad that head wound is.” Shuri said.
“It doesn’t appear so. There isn’t an airtight seal around the bottom, and I’m unable to detect any unusual gases emitting from it.”
“Alright, let’s get it off then. Have a look at our alien.”
A hand grasped the edge of his helmet. Bucky was nearby, was it Bucky?
He could feel his helmet shifting—
Din’s gloved hand snapped up to grab onto the wrist trying to remove his helmet.
“No!” Din ground out, squeezing to make his point across, trying to force his mind to cooperate.
“We’re trying to help you. We aren’t going to hurt you— why am I even bothering, he doesn’t understand a word I’m saying. Bucky, he trusts you, maybe you can—?” Shuri was saying, struggling not to hurt the space knight.
“Let go,” Din said, trying to tug the hand free of his helmet. She released his helmet and stepped back, hands up in a universal peace offering, or surrender, looking over at Bucky.