He could feel the gauze press against his wound and his breath almost hitched. He was in so much pain. He hadn't felt anything like this since his time in Afghanistan. Then again, these were almost the same conditions. Just trade one terrorist organization for another. The only difference this time was the bond he now shared with Bucky and his rescue.

Bucky who was rattling through the tools and cleaning him up. If they survived this, Tony was going to make it up to him.

The hand on his name was comforting. Even though he was probably going to die, the warmth of their bond helped calm him a bit. He took a breath, still tried to move his mouth or make a sound, but it wasn't happening. He slowly blinked once. to answer the his soul mate's question. There was so much more he wanted to say, but he was stuck like this until whatever they had injected him with wore off.

He focused, tried moving something, anything just to show that he understood what Bucky was saying. His efforts weren't in vain. It took more effort than it should have, and it was exhausting and almost painful, but he was able to move his left hand a bit. Maybe his bond would notice. Maybe not, considering he was probably preoccupied with Tony's gaping chest wound.