Pierce seems entirely unperturbed by the bullet passing through his face; he's a spectre through and through. However, that doesn't stop him from having a very real effect on Bucky as he continues, pассвет.

No-

Stop-

He tries to speak, but all that emerges is a gurgle that produces more blood. Sections of his chest fall away and his scrambling doubles in speed and strength. Get off. He's selfish and he can't watch Sam bleed out and die. If Bucky doesn't get back in that tank-

The memory of Sam's throat splitting open plays again in full technicolor, blood soaking into the fabric of the disguise and the sand alike. Bucky can taste it on his lips and he doesn't need to crawl back to the tank to find himself back at the edge with guns at his head. It seems to happen in an instant.

Get in, Soldier.