You should've. Why don't you ever buzz the front door like a normal person?
[ bucky gets snippy when he's concerned, apparently, because he's needling her even as he crosses the room — and hovers in front of yelena for a moment, his right hand unthinkingly fluttering and reaching out towards that cut on her cheek. not gloved, since she caught him late at night and at home, so she can see his bare fingers as he freezes mid-gesture, stopping himself just short of touching her — assassins don't really appreciate being touched, and he doesn't want to wind up shivved. and dressed as he is, she can spot the gleam of black metal at his left in the long-sleeved henley, a clench of vibranium fingers by his side. instead, he turns back into the room. ]
Take the armchair.
[ and he nods toward the one comfortable chair in the living room (its cushion had been his pillow on the floor for... way longer than he'd like to admit), while he grabs the first aid kit and pulls up the hard wooden dining chair for himself. he's sounding so much more curt and brusque and to-the-point than usual, slipping out of their casual banter and sliding back towards practicality, logistics. he'd been a soldier once. patched up comrades in trenches in germany, amidst the mud and the rain. wound triage is like autopilot by now. ]
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[ bucky gets snippy when he's concerned, apparently, because he's needling her even as he crosses the room — and hovers in front of yelena for a moment, his right hand unthinkingly fluttering and reaching out towards that cut on her cheek. not gloved, since she caught him late at night and at home, so she can see his bare fingers as he freezes mid-gesture, stopping himself just short of touching her — assassins don't really appreciate being touched, and he doesn't want to wind up shivved. and dressed as he is, she can spot the gleam of black metal at his left in the long-sleeved henley, a clench of vibranium fingers by his side. instead, he turns back into the room. ]
Take the armchair.
[ and he nods toward the one comfortable chair in the living room (its cushion had been his pillow on the floor for... way longer than he'd like to admit), while he grabs the first aid kit and pulls up the hard wooden dining chair for himself. he's sounding so much more curt and brusque and to-the-point than usual, slipping out of their casual banter and sliding back towards practicality, logistics. he'd been a soldier once. patched up comrades in trenches in germany, amidst the mud and the rain. wound triage is like autopilot by now. ]
Can you summarise the injuries for me?