Oh my god. [ He is sizing Zemo up, looking him over for various wounds. ] We need to get you inside.
[ He slings the man's arm over his shoulder, using the metal arm to hold most of Zemo's weight, and manages to get them across the threshold without anyone questioning whether Zemo was being harmed or simply drunk.
Once they're inside, he deposits Zemo on the sofa as gently as he can, and darts to the bedroom to fetch his emergency kit. Luckily, he keeps the thing stocked due to his own bad habits, and is back to Zemo's side in record time, kneeling next to him and grasping the hem of his shirt. ]
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[ He slings the man's arm over his shoulder, using the metal arm to hold most of Zemo's weight, and manages to get them across the threshold without anyone questioning whether Zemo was being harmed or simply drunk.
Once they're inside, he deposits Zemo on the sofa as gently as he can, and darts to the bedroom to fetch his emergency kit. Luckily, he keeps the thing stocked due to his own bad habits, and is back to Zemo's side in record time, kneeling next to him and grasping the hem of his shirt. ]
Alright, lemme see.