Continued from “Life’s a rebar but then you don’t get to die” for @cuz-tony-stark
Two thick pieces of rebar had punched through the right side of his chest, broken ribs discoloring the skin around them and bullet wounds riddling his stomach, wet and sloppy, like a pizza with too much sauce. Any mortal man would be long dead. Steve’s right lung had been mortally wounded — that was easy enough to see — and his left was swiftly filling with blood.
Steve could feel his sight starting to go dark, staring right through the face that briefly bobbed into his field of vision. He couldn’t talk. Couldn’t breathe.
There was a weak push. So weak, fingers trembling to keep their strength, as he tried to push Wade back.
I don’t want you to see this… Go away… Look away…
According to the post that his co-pilot just read, this was just as bad as worse than he thought.Â
“Steve, hang on,” Wade whispered pleadingly, clamping his hand down on top of Cap’s. You can’t die. Please don’t die. There was so much blood, he didn’t know where half of it was coming from. He touched the rebar, the cold iron slick with Steve’s blood. Fuck.Â
When he got shot with arrows, Clint had told him to snap them and push them through. But he couldn’t snap the rebar without making it worse for Steve. He had no idea how to go about it.Â
“Steve - how do I - “ Steve was slipping away fast, and wasn’t going to provide him with any answers. He was hardly breathing! Whatever little gurgly noises he made sounded to pained. Wade slipped his phone from his pocket and held it up to his face;Â
“Hey, Siri! How do you pull someone safely off rebar?”Â
“I found this on the web for how do you pull someone safely off rebar.” Siri sounded morbidly happy and showed the top three google searches. None of which were helpful. Something about tents. Something with safeguarding - already too late for that, and how to tie a rebar.Â
“Fuck me - that’s not helpful at all, Siri!” Wade groaned and looked hopelessly at Steve. Shit, shit, shit....
“Steve. Listen,” he took hold of his face. “You’re going to have to come of this improviced nail mat, it’s going to hurt like a mother fucker.”Â
