Tony saw the shift, saw the reach for him before the drop. He grabbed Bucky's hand, gave it a squeeze. Did it help with the situation? Probably not, but it was comforting. He had to let his bond know that he was here. He had to let him know that they still had a chance at getting out of here.
There were things he needed to do. What, exactly, he didn't know. He needed to stop. He needed to clear his head, stop the panic from building up. He took a breath before he looked over the soldier's body and wounds. He could do this. e could figure it out. He knew basic biology, and the human body was just like a fleshy gooey machine.
He was good with machines.
Alright he could do this. He looked over his bond's body and brushed off the leaves where he could. There were multiple bullet holes and cuts. He didn't have the tools he needed to dig out bullets, but he could at least stop the blood flow. He quickly took off the shirt he'd stolen off one of the dead Hydra agents and began ripping it. It wasn't like there weren't more nearby that he could take.
Using the strips of cloth as a tourniquet, he wrapped them around the more serious wounds. Anything else would just have to wait. He needed to stop the bleeding and apply pressure. Maybe the super soldier serum was going to take effect and start healing him. Depending on how it healed, it could mean more problems further down the road. But if they got out of here alive, they'd deal with those problems then.
When he was finished, he tried standing. He needd to get his Bucky out of here. But the minute he tried standing, he stumbled and ended back on his knees. His head felt light. His body still felt heavy. He had burned through some of the drugs in his system, but the lingering effects were still there. His chest also ached and stung. If he wasn't careful, he would rip the stitching.
He looked down at his bond, brushed a strand of dark hair from his face. He readied the gun he'd picked off one of the dead bodies before he settled down next to the soldier's side. His arm laid over his chest in a protective hold. He couldn't move them now, but he could protect his bond from anything that would harm him.
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There were things he needed to do. What, exactly, he didn't know. He needed to stop. He needed to clear his head, stop the panic from building up. He took a breath before he looked over the soldier's body and wounds. He could do this. e could figure it out. He knew basic biology, and the human body was just like a fleshy gooey machine.
He was good with machines.
Alright he could do this. He looked over his bond's body and brushed off the leaves where he could. There were multiple bullet holes and cuts. He didn't have the tools he needed to dig out bullets, but he could at least stop the blood flow. He quickly took off the shirt he'd stolen off one of the dead Hydra agents and began ripping it. It wasn't like there weren't more nearby that he could take.
Using the strips of cloth as a tourniquet, he wrapped them around the more serious wounds. Anything else would just have to wait. He needed to stop the bleeding and apply pressure. Maybe the super soldier serum was going to take effect and start healing him. Depending on how it healed, it could mean more problems further down the road. But if they got out of here alive, they'd deal with those problems then.
When he was finished, he tried standing. He needd to get his Bucky out of here. But the minute he tried standing, he stumbled and ended back on his knees. His head felt light. His body still felt heavy. He had burned through some of the drugs in his system, but the lingering effects were still there. His chest also ached and stung. If he wasn't careful, he would rip the stitching.
He looked down at his bond, brushed a strand of dark hair from his face. He readied the gun he'd picked off one of the dead bodies before he settled down next to the soldier's side. His arm laid over his chest in a protective hold. He couldn't move them now, but he could protect his bond from anything that would harm him.