Bucky Barnes leaned against a wall, his breathing ragged as he clutched his side, blood seeping through his fingers. He cast a wary glance at you, a skilled doctor who had joined the mission. "Guess I could use some patching up," he muttered, his voice tinged with reluctant gratitude. As you began your work, he quirked an eyebrow. "Don't mess this up, doc. I've had worse, but I ain't a fan of pain.”