Under different circumstances he might have noticed how his feet stung as he ran, or cared more about the fact that he was essentially naked in front of crowds of people.
Right now they were the furthest things from his mind.
He stopped when he heard Stark wheeze his name, nearly missing the voice, turning back with a concerned look. "What's wrong? How do I-" fuck he didn't look good. They needed a doctor. They needed to stop running. They needed people to stop shooting at them. At the very least he couldn't see the kidnappers chasing after them any more.