"I have a camp. It's not far from the base. I have medical supplies and rations." He smiled and moved over to Bucky, gentle in his approach. One arm reached out, slipping under Bucky's shoulder and taking some of his weight. "It's hidden well enough. We'll get you patched up and get out of here, okay?"

He sighed, looking up at Bucky. "You can trust me."

Not that he knows. The last time he'd seen Bucky, things were very different. He isn't trying to do any damage to him now.

"Can you make it or do we need to make a makeshift bandage now? How hit are you?"