And Steve can't say he hadn't thought about carrying you out of here, though it's not the preferred way to get you someplace else, no. So he maybe looks a fraction sheepish but mostly teasing when he says, agreeably,] Not unless you keel over, pal. You've still got bullets left in that sidearm. I don't feel like getting on your bad side today.
[Steve waits for Bucky to get himself together and, in lieu of getting an arm around his waist and making those broken ribs worse, he'll just keep his right hand on Bucky's to keep him from slipping down. He'll figure out getting doors open when it comes to that.] Come on, Sergeant. [And thus begins their long, arduous journey down five levels to Steve's room. This might take a while.]
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And Steve can't say he hadn't thought about carrying you out of here, though it's not the preferred way to get you someplace else, no. So he maybe looks a fraction sheepish but mostly teasing when he says, agreeably,] Not unless you keel over, pal. You've still got bullets left in that sidearm. I don't feel like getting on your bad side today.
[Steve waits for Bucky to get himself together and, in lieu of getting an arm around his waist and making those broken ribs worse, he'll just keep his right hand on Bucky's to keep him from slipping down. He'll figure out getting doors open when it comes to that.] Come on, Sergeant. [And thus begins their long, arduous journey down five levels to Steve's room. This might take a while.]