"Gonna is not the right word there," Bucky commented but he was already moving. He turned Hamilton's chair so his back was against the wall and leaned him forward until his head hit his own knees. He made sure none of the man's clothing would get in the way of his breathing and then pushed a few other tables and chairs out of the way so there was nothing around he could hit if he fell over.
Bucky's motions were quick and efficient as he moved back behind the counter, sending off a quick message on his phone with one hand while he ran some cool water over a rag with the other. On his way back he grabbed a small, mostly empty trash bin. He set the bin at Alexander's feet and draped the cloth across the back of his neck.
"I've got help on the way alright?" he explained, doing his best to remove Hamilton's coat and loosen some of his layers. He wasn't the most familiar with the type of clothing, but he'd worn similar through doors a few times so he did what he could. "Should probably try and stay awake though." He tapped the side of Hamilton's face, careful to use his real hand so the metal one could keep him from falling out of the chair.