( Steve nods at his sleeve, Bucky exhales a little in some mild resignation — something to the unsung tune of yeah, yeah, I know. Nods wearily back, and starts ripping off the other one in two or three smooth tugs.
Pretty sure they've done this before about a hundred years ago, back on Earth. They were running low on first aid supplies then, too. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Both sleeves are offered over, and his hand stays out, patiently waiting for his turn with the canteen so he can pour a little over the wounds. Ready himself to dress them. )
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Pretty sure they've done this before about a hundred years ago, back on Earth. They were running low on first aid supplies then, too. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Both sleeves are offered over, and his hand stays out, patiently waiting for his turn with the canteen so he can pour a little over the wounds. Ready himself to dress them. )