Nat's moving, that's good. She's doing what he said, that's even better - he can see the life come back into her expression, the focus and determination, and as she moves off to take care of Cisco, Clint discounts the young man from his notice. Not out of lack of concern for him, not at all, but because he has full trust in his partner and he knows that if she needs more help, she'll tell him. Tell them, because it's Cap and Barnes, and they're nothing if not effective and productive. Yes, Barnes as well. Clint's literally got his hands full making sure Stark doesn't bleed to death beneath him, and so almost all his focus is on that one task, with a small section of his mind divided off to pay attention to his teammates as they work and anything they say as well as listen for further structural failures or other approaching help. Medical help will get there as fast as they can, but there just isn't time to wait for them, or to worry about clearances and jumpsuits and all that bullshit.
But thankfully Cap trusts his team and knows that if someone's barking orders, there's a reason for it. He doesn't buy into any of that bullshit either, and so Clint has no problems ordering him around if he needs to, especially since Steve will obviously see the value in what he's saying. "Cut off my sleeve, we can make a headrest out of that." And while it's not exactly an uncomfortable fabric, it's not good for wound-packing the way the other strips of sheet he brought will be. There's a knife of some sort around his shoulder, probably Steve, and Clint holds completely stock still as it slices through the fabric around the armseye and down the sleeve. "You've got tape? We're gonna need to tape some of this down over the wound as a pressure bandage to get him out of here. We can't take this out of him without him bleeding to death."
Congratulations, Tony. Not only did you manage to get yourself a gaping chest wound again, you managed to get one worse than Afghanistan and the maybe-Ten-Rings gave you. This is turning into a habit, and they need to break you of it.
Later. "Nat, when you're done, toss the tape over. Barnes, grab these dry strips, pack them over my hands, and we'll get him set up and then get the hell out of here." The strips disappear from over his shoulder, and one real and one metal hand press down two cloth pads over his hands bare seconds later, and Clint pulls them out as gently yet as quickly as he can so he doesn't hurt Tony further, but the difference in pressure is likely going to make him hurt somehow. In this case, though, pain is good; pain means his body hasn't gone into shock and started shutting down, the nervous system too overloaded to function. Gasping means he's awake and hopefully not choking on his own blood. One of the wet strips of cloth is dragged off his other shoulder and banded down over the other cloth like a strap and Clint holds it at an even pressure while Steve rips the tape open and Barnes goes to help Nat. The tape ripping is loud even among the sirens and panic going on outside, the occasional chunk of wall or floor falling down with a crash, the fires starting to burn more out of control as no one's left to put them out. "Come on Tony, you've gotta stay awake. Stay awake and focus on us, got it? Listen to us, listen to our voices. You're not allowed to kick it in now, you owe me something you bastard. We're gonna have to get you on that stretcher and it's going to hurt but we're gonna get you out of here once we do and medical can get that shit out of you and stitch you shut so blink. Focus on what I'm saying and let us know you're still here and don't say anything but blink. One, two - come on, you're too much of a stubborn asshole to give up like this, prove it - one, two, three..."
Once Steve's bound the padding down over the wound as well as can be done in a rush job, they'll transfer him over and get the hell out. They don't have the luxury of taking as much time as they need.
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But thankfully Cap trusts his team and knows that if someone's barking orders, there's a reason for it. He doesn't buy into any of that bullshit either, and so Clint has no problems ordering him around if he needs to, especially since Steve will obviously see the value in what he's saying. "Cut off my sleeve, we can make a headrest out of that." And while it's not exactly an uncomfortable fabric, it's not good for wound-packing the way the other strips of sheet he brought will be. There's a knife of some sort around his shoulder, probably Steve, and Clint holds completely stock still as it slices through the fabric around the armseye and down the sleeve. "You've got tape? We're gonna need to tape some of this down over the wound as a pressure bandage to get him out of here. We can't take this out of him without him bleeding to death."
Congratulations, Tony. Not only did you manage to get yourself a gaping chest wound again, you managed to get one worse than Afghanistan and the maybe-Ten-Rings gave you. This is turning into a habit, and they need to break you of it.
Later. "Nat, when you're done, toss the tape over. Barnes, grab these dry strips, pack them over my hands, and we'll get him set up and then get the hell out of here." The strips disappear from over his shoulder, and one real and one metal hand press down two cloth pads over his hands bare seconds later, and Clint pulls them out as gently yet as quickly as he can so he doesn't hurt Tony further, but the difference in pressure is likely going to make him hurt somehow. In this case, though, pain is good; pain means his body hasn't gone into shock and started shutting down, the nervous system too overloaded to function. Gasping means he's awake and hopefully not choking on his own blood. One of the wet strips of cloth is dragged off his other shoulder and banded down over the other cloth like a strap and Clint holds it at an even pressure while Steve rips the tape open and Barnes goes to help Nat. The tape ripping is loud even among the sirens and panic going on outside, the occasional chunk of wall or floor falling down with a crash, the fires starting to burn more out of control as no one's left to put them out. "Come on Tony, you've gotta stay awake. Stay awake and focus on us, got it? Listen to us, listen to our voices. You're not allowed to kick it in now, you owe me something you bastard. We're gonna have to get you on that stretcher and it's going to hurt but we're gonna get you out of here once we do and medical can get that shit out of you and stitch you shut so blink. Focus on what I'm saying and let us know you're still here and don't say anything but blink. One, two - come on, you're too much of a stubborn asshole to give up like this, prove it - one, two, three..."
Once Steve's bound the padding down over the wound as well as can be done in a rush job, they'll transfer him over and get the hell out. They don't have the luxury of taking as much time as they need.