His voice is barely above a murmur, more to give them both something to focus on than anything else. It's not like he has to say it for the sentiment to be clear - not when his mind is still tangled deep in Bucky's, barely straddling the line between protective and possessive as the adrenaline and panic starts to fade.
He's always got Bucky.
There's a little pulse as he reaches out through their bond and his symbiote ability, assessing rather than healing. It's something he's tried only vaguely before but now it comes easy, chasing the symptoms of the poison and the way it feels wrong in his system. He knows what Bucky feels like - it feels like coming home, in both their brood bond and to his ability - and he can tell exactly where the poison is affecting.
Not that he couldn't feel what Bucky's feeling through their connection, but this gives him a little more to go off than really fucking awful. It doesn't feel like he's in danger of having Bucky die on him, but it's not great, either.
He wants to scoop Bucky into his arms and hold him until everything hurts less, even with whatever the hell he might be covered in. It's not like Sam hasn't been covered in worse. Hell, he pretty much already is, considering the CPR and sitting pressed against him. But that's not gonna take care of Bucky the way he wants to take care of him.
Instead he brushes a hand over Bucky's forehead, gently pushing his hair back.
"I'm gonna pick you up, okay? Move to the bathroom, get us cleaned up and a little more comfortable. Got some stuff in my kit that'll help, if you let me."
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His voice is barely above a murmur, more to give them both something to focus on than anything else. It's not like he has to say it for the sentiment to be clear - not when his mind is still tangled deep in Bucky's, barely straddling the line between protective and possessive as the adrenaline and panic starts to fade.
He's always got Bucky.
There's a little pulse as he reaches out through their bond and his symbiote ability, assessing rather than healing. It's something he's tried only vaguely before but now it comes easy, chasing the symptoms of the poison and the way it feels wrong in his system. He knows what Bucky feels like - it feels like coming home, in both their brood bond and to his ability - and he can tell exactly where the poison is affecting.
Not that he couldn't feel what Bucky's feeling through their connection, but this gives him a little more to go off than really fucking awful. It doesn't feel like he's in danger of having Bucky die on him, but it's not great, either.
He wants to scoop Bucky into his arms and hold him until everything hurts less, even with whatever the hell he might be covered in. It's not like Sam hasn't been covered in worse. Hell, he pretty much already is, considering the CPR and sitting pressed against him. But that's not gonna take care of Bucky the way he wants to take care of him.
Instead he brushes a hand over Bucky's forehead, gently pushing his hair back.
"I'm gonna pick you up, okay? Move to the bathroom, get us cleaned up and a little more comfortable. Got some stuff in my kit that'll help, if you let me."