[ He gets up to fetch a towel and some ice water, offering the glass to Zemo while steadying the bottom so it doesn't spill. He eases the towel between Zemo's body and the sofa (not that he cares much about the upholstery but needs must), puts on a pair of gloves and grabs some antiseptic. ]
Did you run chest first into a thresher? [ He can be delicate with the antiseptic, but it's still going to sting like a bitch. Bucky murmurs an apology when it gets too bad, but manages to get the wound cleaned well enough to prep it for stitches. ] I'm trying to decide if I want to know what really happened.
[The taunt sounds weak on his own lips as he watches him steadily. He isn't terribly... worried, now. At least he is confident Bucky will try to save his life, and if he dies? Ah, well. There have been worst ways to go he's faced in his life.
Not that he intends to put Bucky in any such position. He sips the water, and he grits his teeth against the antiseptic going to the wound. It burns deep, radiates pain in ways that make his breath catch for a moment.]
Likely, you would rather be ignorant. Or at least better off.
con crunch kicked my ass, but Dragon Con here i come
[ He ignores the attempt at needling him, since all of his focus is going into cleaning and dressing the wound.
When he gets the needle threaded: ] This will go easier if you talk while I'm closing you up.
[ Bucky leans in, hoping his tactical training for field medicine still holds, and begins the first stitch. He knows it's going to feel shitty for a while, but once he gets this thing closed up, Zemo will be on the mend. ]
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[ He gets up to fetch a towel and some ice water, offering the glass to Zemo while steadying the bottom so it doesn't spill. He eases the towel between Zemo's body and the sofa (not that he cares much about the upholstery but needs must), puts on a pair of gloves and grabs some antiseptic. ]
Did you run chest first into a thresher? [ He can be delicate with the antiseptic, but it's still going to sting like a bitch. Bucky murmurs an apology when it gets too bad, but manages to get the wound cleaned well enough to prep it for stitches. ] I'm trying to decide if I want to know what really happened.
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[The taunt sounds weak on his own lips as he watches him steadily. He isn't terribly... worried, now. At least he is confident Bucky will try to save his life, and if he dies? Ah, well. There have been worst ways to go he's faced in his life.
Not that he intends to put Bucky in any such position. He sips the water, and he grits his teeth against the antiseptic going to the wound. It burns deep, radiates pain in ways that make his breath catch for a moment.]
Likely, you would rather be ignorant. Or at least better off.
con crunch kicked my ass, but Dragon Con here i come
When he gets the needle threaded: ] This will go easier if you talk while I'm closing you up.
[ Bucky leans in, hoping his tactical training for field medicine still holds, and begins the first stitch. He knows it's going to feel shitty for a while, but once he gets this thing closed up, Zemo will be on the mend. ]