He leaned into the fingers that brushed through his hair, his eyes fluttering but not closing again just yet. They had been laying here in this spot long enough for the forest to return to a tentative sense of balance but also long enough for HYDRA's survivors to try to make sense of the random signs of violence all over the place. Eventually, he knew that they would be found if they stayed here, but somehow that still seemed like some other time than now. There was no urgency, one of the reasons he didn't simply jump up and take them out of here as he normally would.
He shifted where he lay, feeling the throb of bullet wounds and punctures from the tranquilizer darts as well. They had been barbed to make certain that they stuck to deliver their product after all, and while his healing factor was at work, the idea that Tony wanted to patch him up, to tend to him was appealing. It was even more appealing that going back to sleep in the quiet woods.
Slowly, he dragged his limbs back to himself and then under him so that he could struggle to rise from where he had come to lay. There were a few signs of blood from his wounds, but he had enough sense to look around as he rose, spotting the dead soldiers nearby and looking for signs that others may be in the area, but so far, there was nothing. It was a slow but supreme effort to get his feet under him and for the Soldier to return to standing position. He seemed to sag under his own weight, his eyes closing as if he might once again just sleep but he shifted and looking down at Tony.
"You probably need to dig some bullets out of me," he finally said, humming as if the thought was attractive rather than repulsive. He looked around as if trying to determine which direction to take them, for once not on top of his game of paranoia and defense of his bond. "What do you say to that way?" He pointed to a small game trail to their left, one that headed towards civilization though he wouldn't know it in his current state.
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Date: 2016-11-03 03:46 am (UTC)He shifted where he lay, feeling the throb of bullet wounds and punctures from the tranquilizer darts as well. They had been barbed to make certain that they stuck to deliver their product after all, and while his healing factor was at work, the idea that Tony wanted to patch him up, to tend to him was appealing. It was even more appealing that going back to sleep in the quiet woods.
Slowly, he dragged his limbs back to himself and then under him so that he could struggle to rise from where he had come to lay. There were a few signs of blood from his wounds, but he had enough sense to look around as he rose, spotting the dead soldiers nearby and looking for signs that others may be in the area, but so far, there was nothing. It was a slow but supreme effort to get his feet under him and for the Soldier to return to standing position. He seemed to sag under his own weight, his eyes closing as if he might once again just sleep but he shifted and looking down at Tony.
"You probably need to dig some bullets out of me," he finally said, humming as if the thought was attractive rather than repulsive. He looked around as if trying to determine which direction to take them, for once not on top of his game of paranoia and defense of his bond. "What do you say to that way?" He pointed to a small game trail to their left, one that headed towards civilization though he wouldn't know it in his current state.