Re: [Facility: Tony Triage]
[The car came for Bucky at the apartment - it was just lucky he happened to be there to meet it. Lucky, too, that it hadn't followed him to some other part of the city, meeting a bad end after the good intention of giving him a ride.
The long trip gave him time to think, but what was there to think about? He was going to see if Stark woke up, not to lend his medical expertise. He had seen that the man wasn't dead, but how to fix him was a question for doctors, not soldiers.
Death was almost a non-entity in his life, surprisingly enough. He thought very little about it, even (particularly) when creating it. That was what he had been trained for. Standing in the room with a man in a hospital bed, however, had a way of making death into something more tangible, particularly when surrounded by other people who cared about him.
He did...care about Stark. In and of itself, that was unique. He cared what happened to him. He cared if he lived.
Somewhere in the past few weeks, he'd found a new set of clothes. It was enough to make him look surprisingly clean, if still rough for a man who purported to be the greatest assassin of the last century. Dark blue eyes traced the futile motion of the technicians circling the half-corpse on the bed, ran over Selina (he should talk to her in private some day soon), over Pepper and Banner.
When all eyes turned to Bruce, his did as well. Dialysis. It could work.] Worst that can happen, he has cleaner blood. [Stated without a shrug, but it could have been there. Banner was a nervous man. He had a right to be. Placing the responsibility for Stark's life on his shoulders would not make him more effective at that job.
Stark was dead to the world, now - trying something that wouldn't harm him either way was worthwhile no matter what way you looked at it.]