( scott doesn't reply because he's gotten to the place and--okay, it definitely looks like bucky's just come from a fight. he hops off of his ant at the same time he hits the 'grow' button on his hand, and when he lands it's in an almost-perfect work of muscles and slight grace by bucky's side. the helmet is pulled off and dropped haphazardly to the side; it'll survive, at least.
scott doesn't hesitate to pull bucky's shirt open, opening a pocket on his leg and taking out a flask of alcohol to pour on top of his body. ) It'll be okay. ( especially because he's grabbing a needle from another little pocket, his free hand feeling over bucky's chest and finding a space just beneath his lungs. and, god, he hopes prison training is enough for this.
this area he sinks the needle in, creating a hole, and scott waits for the tell-tale sound of bucky breathing right again when he pulls it out. )
[Initially Bucky doesn't even realize Scott has arrived until he's back to normal. It takes him by surprise, and for a moment he's fully ready to push himself up so he can fight against whatever new threat has found him in his hiding spot, but it's Scott. It's Scott, and Bucky's body just sags against his spot against the cement wall he's sitting against. Finding some abandoned warehouse to wait for the serum to kick in and heal him had left him exhausted after his fight, and he sure as hell looks the part.
It's a weakness, though, and as such he wants to hide it when he has company, but Scott is helping him before he can say anything. It's not even like he can, considering he can barely breathe, but he almost recoils at the sight of the needle. Not because he's afraid of it, but there's a memory that burns then, of experiments and needles and tests, and--
And he can breathe. It almost comes like a gasp, oxygen rushing into his lungs like a painful wave that makes his metallic hand unconsciously reach over for Scott's shoulder as if to steady himself.]
Thanks. [He sounds breathless, but he can breathe and that's already a victory. Letting go of Scott, he pushes himself up a little straighter, but the painful tug at his ribs and chest makes him rethink the motion.] You learned that in prison?
( the metal hand is strong. that's what scott thinks as he restrains himself from going 'ow' out loud. it's strong and he sort of expected that from the winter soldier, but that's not nearly as important as making sure bucky's all right. )
Yeah, I learned that in prison. Also learned Spanish, how to crochet, Chinese fried rice recipes... ( scott's going through his little pocket compartments again, this time to take a tube of medicine out and work on the puncture wound he'd made. this he tops off with a band-aid (pokemon, because that's all scott has), and then he offers him a smile. ) Can you get up?
[Bucky lets him work, eyes drifting off at nothing in particular, but when he hears the sound of the band-aid wrapper opening he looks over. It's then that he sees the...cartoons on it, and he just looks confused at the whole thing. What the hell are those things supposed to be? He'd ask, but Scott is asking him a question of his own so he looks back at him again.]
Yeah, I should be. [It takes some effort, and he still doesn't quite let go of the wall just yet, but he manages to get up. The pain along his ribs makes it hard to stand up straight, but hey. At least he's standing so that's something.]
Hey-- ( scott nearly reaches out to steady bucky himself, but he holds himself back. he's not sure what might count as too much; they haven't exactly sat down to discuss shit like that, after all. so instead he picks his helmet up, his free hand extended and the corner of his mouth pulled into an awkward smile. )
Nothing wrong with accepting help, man. You can lean on me if you want.
[Theres nothing wrong with accepting help, but for Bucky it's almost an unknown concept. He's still trying to get used to working with others - Hell, he hasn't even informed Steve that he got his ass stomped on - so he almost looks like a wounded animal trying to figure whether or not it was okay to accept the hand being offered.
Scott had helped him, though. He'd still be struggling to breathe if it wasn't for him. Technically he didn't have to fly out here, so after a moment he accepts his assistance and leans against him so that he can walk without toppling over.]
No, uh--just me. And my ants, but nobody else seems to speak ant, so you should be fine.
( that's supposed to be an attempt at a joke because scott likes to diffuse things with humour. it occurs to him, however, that he can't shrink bucky and take him back with him on an ant (or at least he doesn't want to risk any more exposure to the pym particle than is necessary; he's sure bucky's brain chemistry has suffered enough), and that he doesn't have a car.
sometimes scott really has to rethink these plans of his before actually going through with them. )
Hey, um-- ( they're leaving the warehouse now, matching footsteps and scott's arm still firm where he holds bucky up. ) --how opposed are you to piggyback rides?
[ The joke makes Bucky let out a short huff. It can probably be considered a small chuckle, but it's hard to tell. Still, since he's so close to Scott, it's probably impossible to hide.
When Scott asks about piggyback rides, Bucky is almost sure that he's probably joking again...but then he glances over and sees that he isn't. Does he really think he can give him a ride? ]
I'm going to go with an adamant no on that one. Besides, I don't think you can carry me. [ He sounds a little breathless, but he takes in a slow deep breath as if to let his lungs catch up with breathing. ] ...you can't hot wire a car? I mean, I can do it if you don't want to.
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Do you know hard it is to text on a miniaturised phone while riding an ant that's riding a car because that's what I'm doing
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be careful, don't fly off
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scott doesn't hesitate to pull bucky's shirt open, opening a pocket on his leg and taking out a flask of alcohol to pour on top of his body. ) It'll be okay. ( especially because he's grabbing a needle from another little pocket, his free hand feeling over bucky's chest and finding a space just beneath his lungs. and, god, he hopes prison training is enough for this.
this area he sinks the needle in, creating a hole, and scott waits for the tell-tale sound of bucky breathing right again when he pulls it out. )
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It's a weakness, though, and as such he wants to hide it when he has company, but Scott is helping him before he can say anything. It's not even like he can, considering he can barely breathe, but he almost recoils at the sight of the needle. Not because he's afraid of it, but there's a memory that burns then, of experiments and needles and tests, and--
And he can breathe. It almost comes like a gasp, oxygen rushing into his lungs like a painful wave that makes his metallic hand unconsciously reach over for Scott's shoulder as if to steady himself.]
Thanks. [He sounds breathless, but he can breathe and that's already a victory. Letting go of Scott, he pushes himself up a little straighter, but the painful tug at his ribs and chest makes him rethink the motion.] You learned that in prison?
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Yeah, I learned that in prison. Also learned Spanish, how to crochet, Chinese fried rice recipes... ( scott's going through his little pocket compartments again, this time to take a tube of medicine out and work on the puncture wound he'd made. this he tops off with a band-aid (pokemon, because that's all scott has), and then he offers him a smile. ) Can you get up?
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Yeah, I should be. [It takes some effort, and he still doesn't quite let go of the wall just yet, but he manages to get up. The pain along his ribs makes it hard to stand up straight, but hey. At least he's standing so that's something.]
...thanks.
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Nothing wrong with accepting help, man. You can lean on me if you want.
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Scott had helped him, though. He'd still be struggling to breathe if it wasn't for him. Technically he didn't have to fly out here, so after a moment he accepts his assistance and leans against him so that he can walk without toppling over.]
...thanks. Does anyone else know you're here?
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( that's supposed to be an attempt at a joke because scott likes to diffuse things with humour. it occurs to him, however, that he can't shrink bucky and take him back with him on an ant (or at least he doesn't want to risk any more exposure to the pym particle than is necessary; he's sure bucky's brain chemistry has suffered enough), and that he doesn't have a car.
sometimes scott really has to rethink these plans of his before actually going through with them. )
Hey, um-- ( they're leaving the warehouse now, matching footsteps and scott's arm still firm where he holds bucky up. ) --how opposed are you to piggyback rides?
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When Scott asks about piggyback rides, Bucky is almost sure that he's probably joking again...but then he glances over and sees that he isn't. Does he really think he can give him a ride? ]
I'm going to go with an adamant no on that one. Besides, I don't think you can carry me. [ He sounds a little breathless, but he takes in a slow deep breath as if to let his lungs catch up with breathing. ] ...you can't hot wire a car? I mean, I can do it if you don't want to.