He was spitting out blood on the grass. A lot of it. There was more red on his face and his clothes then there should have been. That dick of a super soldier had clocked him more than a few times. There were sore spots all over his body that he could feel growing. For being a super soldier himself, he bruised like a peach. Fuck, his jaw hurt. His whole head felt like it had gotten slammed into concrete and then bitch-slapped a few times. He hadn't wanted to accept Zemo's hand but the combination of his heavy wet clothes and the ringing in his head made him more susceptible to assistance.
"You were right." He grumbled as he tried to keep himself upright. "Want me to write it in blood?" Bucky laughed like he'd made the world's funniest joke. But the laughter was cut short at a sharp pain in his ribs. After a few deep breaths, he realized that there might be something actually broken inside. Easily fixed. He'd heal, like he always did.
As much pain as he was in, Bucky chose to ignore it and turned to look Zemo over. Thank god there hadn't been the whole team or Bucky wasn't sure if he would have been able to fight them off. "If there's one, there's more," he muttered as his gaze zoomed in on Zemo's neck. There were definitely dark marks where Josef's fingers had pinched and bruised the skin. Bucky stepped in closer and put a hand under Zemo's chin to lift it and see how extensive the damage was. Zemo was still talking so at least Josef hadn't taken that from him.
He growled at the mention of a retreat but knew the other man was right. Dropping his hand, he turned to look at Josef's floating dead body. "What about him?"