[Only the tiniest noise of pain escapes him when Steve pulls the debris piercing him out of his body, leaving ragged flesh and seeping blood behind. For just a moment he's somewhere else, a different time, and that blond hair and blue eyes is someone completely different.
Russian words are on the tip of his tongue before he swallows them back forcefully, the present swimming back into focus in his mind slowly. He's in Quarantine, Steve is helping him, it's fine.]
You don't have to do this.
[Steve's done enough and this is obviously not pleasant for him.]
I can patch myself up, I've had worse.
[He goes to pull up to his feet, but his knees buckle and he ends up sprawled in an undignified heap at Steve's feet.]
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Russian words are on the tip of his tongue before he swallows them back forcefully, the present swimming back into focus in his mind slowly. He's in Quarantine, Steve is helping him, it's fine.]
You don't have to do this.
[Steve's done enough and this is obviously not pleasant for him.]
I can patch myself up, I've had worse.
[He goes to pull up to his feet, but his knees buckle and he ends up sprawled in an undignified heap at Steve's feet.]