[He doesn't try to take the knife back. His shield is close at hand, he can let Yuri hang on to the bowie knife if it makes him feel better. The adrenaline seems to be leaving him, bleeding away, leaving him shaking. Shell-shock, Bucky's seen it before more times than he can count in fellow soldiers out on the fields of war.
He takes his arm in his flesh and rolls up his sleeve carefully with metal fingers. They're deep, will probably need stitches, but Bucky doesn't have the supplies for that. At least he has something in the way of first aid in one of his belt pouches, just a few emergency supplies.]
You're all right. [He agrees mildly, voice low and calm. The area is secured, there's nothing more to fear. (It's not entirely secure, but he's keeping an ear cocked.)] We'll get this taken care of back in the city. I'm going to wrap it for now.
[He opens the flap on a pouch and draws out small-folded, tightly rolled pads and gauze, thankful for the minor cover of tree foliage to keep them mostly dry. He presses a pad to the wounds first.] Here, put pressure on this. You did good today, Ice Tiger.
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He takes his arm in his flesh and rolls up his sleeve carefully with metal fingers. They're deep, will probably need stitches, but Bucky doesn't have the supplies for that. At least he has something in the way of first aid in one of his belt pouches, just a few emergency supplies.]
You're all right. [He agrees mildly, voice low and calm. The area is secured, there's nothing more to fear. (It's not entirely secure, but he's keeping an ear cocked.)] We'll get this taken care of back in the city. I'm going to wrap it for now.
[He opens the flap on a pouch and draws out small-folded, tightly rolled pads and gauze, thankful for the minor cover of tree foliage to keep them mostly dry. He presses a pad to the wounds first.] Here, put pressure on this. You did good today, Ice Tiger.