[John would like to pretend he isn't actually afraid of Bucky right now, but that's... not actually true. He breaths a sigh of relief once the man is out, and as soon as he's cleaned, sanitized, and dressed the wound on his leg with a great deal of wincing and pained grunts, he takes a break to down a few aspirin and just recover before he goes after his nose... and ribs. God, bending around like this is killing them.
While recovering, it seems prudent to put out a call to someone who might be able to help. He doesn't like turning to Clint when the poor man's just lost Steve, but he doesn't know who else to call. Fiona? He doesn't want her seeing him like this... or asking questions. So, Clint it is.]
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While recovering, it seems prudent to put out a call to someone who might be able to help. He doesn't like turning to Clint when the poor man's just lost Steve, but he doesn't know who else to call. Fiona? He doesn't want her seeing him like this... or asking questions. So, Clint it is.]