[And there's still going to be blood all over the place there, and it just makes him want to vomit. He's got Steve's blood soaking his uniform, and T'Pol's, and the idea of needing to deal with Bleu or anyone else right now is just as grating, like nails on a chalkboard that just won't fucking stop.
He grits his teeth, forces himself to censor the profanity he instinctively wants to insert in what he says because she might be a friend of Steve's, but Bucky doesn't know her well, not really. Even if he did, he wouldn't want her to be there right now, wouldn't want her to see Steve like this or just deal with her, because this has been his private nightmare since he was a kid, that Steve would die when he had his back turned and he needs space. Time to decompress, and it's just made worse by everything T'Pol had inadvertently ripped open with the mind meld. He's wounded and angry and terrified, and he doesn't need near strangers hovering around until he's pulled himself together more.]
Look lady, I'm glad you're worried about him, but I'm at the end of my goddamn rope right now and the last thing I need is an audience. Back off.
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[And there's still going to be blood all over the place there, and it just makes him want to vomit. He's got Steve's blood soaking his uniform, and T'Pol's, and the idea of needing to deal with Bleu or anyone else right now is just as grating, like nails on a chalkboard that just won't fucking stop.
He grits his teeth, forces himself to censor the profanity he instinctively wants to insert in what he says because she might be a friend of Steve's, but Bucky doesn't know her well, not really. Even if he did, he wouldn't want her to be there right now, wouldn't want her to see Steve like this or just deal with her, because this has been his private nightmare since he was a kid, that Steve would die when he had his back turned and he needs space. Time to decompress, and it's just made worse by everything T'Pol had inadvertently ripped open with the mind meld. He's wounded and angry and terrified, and he doesn't need near strangers hovering around until he's pulled himself together more.]
Look lady, I'm glad you're worried about him, but I'm at the end of my goddamn rope right now and the last thing I need is an audience. Back off.