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“Are you fucking serious?! What do you mean, you lost the detector? How the hell are we supposed to get back?”
Bucky nearly looses it, then. First, the battle goes bad. Then Clint gets dragged in the woods by fucking Hydra so Bucky has to come after him. And now this shithead loses their only chance of getting back to the other Avengers. This is probably one of the most annoying days of his whole life.
“I'm sorry, okay? It's not my fault Hydra didn't watch out for my stuff. I was just trying to not get kidnaped, that has to count for something! Besides, you're the supersoldier. How come you don't know the way back? As far as I know, you weren't the one who got a bullet in their calf and a hit on the head. What fucking hurts, by the way. It's totally your fault if I'm bleeding out”, Clint whines the last part. His leg and his head hurt and he's annoyed that Bucky's angry at him. He was just trying not to die, what the hell? No one can blame him!
Bucky doesn't know what to say. Yeah, okay, he's usually good at finding things and remebering routes, but it's been a long day and an exhausting battle and he's tired and sometimes even a trained assassin can't focus on everything. That's it, that's the reason. Nothing else.
“Okay, instead of fighting, let's just find a way out. You don't have some band aids, do you? Fucking hell.”
“Is it bad? Come on, let me see. I only have some tissues, but it'll do. Stop moving.” The wound looks bad but it won't kill him. Hopefully. Bucky ties the tissues around the archer's leg and applies pressure for a moment.
“Okay, there you go. You think you can walk? We should move, I don't want to spend the night here and it's already getting dark.” Bucky looks concerned to Clint.
“I'm fine, Barnes. It's just a scratch. It hurts but I'm not invalid. Where should we go? Do you remember where we came from?” Clint looks around, but the only things he sees are trees and bushes. It would be a nice view if they weren't stuck in here without water and food. And no clue how to get back. Awesome.
“You got shot, it's not 'just a scratch'. And no, I don't know where we came from.” He tries to remember anything outstanding, a weirdly shaped tree or a flower but everything looks exactly the same. Trees everywhere. He can't even locate the sun anymore, the world is drenched in twilight. “Let's just go northwards.”
“And how do we know where northwards is? I can't see the sun, can you?”
“Look at the trees. The sun won't reach the north-faced side as good as the south-faced, due to that there are less branches and more moss. Anthills are usually south, look”, he points to an anthill, “so we already know the cardinal points. And we don't know where the base is so north is as good as any other direction.” Clint is silent so Bucky turns his head to look at him. The archer's face is awestruck.
“How do you know this stuff?”
“Just... the army, I guess. I don't really remember.”
Clint thinks for a while and then nods. “Okay, let's go.” He gets up from his place on the ground and feels dizzy. Maybe he lost more blood than he thought, but that's fine. He just won't tell Barnes. Everybody treats him like he's fragile just because he's human. Yeah, fine, he didn't get a serum to be super invincible and he doesn't have a metal arm or magic powers or a cool suit for that matter, but that doesn't mean he's weak. He's perfectly capable to kick ass, thank you very much. He marches over to the former Winter Soldier and tells him to lead the way, sir. And if he feels like he's got a concussion and massive blood loss, he won't tell. He's fine.