Effective and productive. Quick and efficient. All of the above and accustomed to moving through a warzone, although it's been a long time since he's performed that duty as a non-brainwashed participant. Bucky hasn't been out from under HYDRA's control very long, so his movements are as precise as a knife; cutting through any and all bullshit to get done whatever needs doing. He packs Barton's hands, helps transfer the younger of the two victims onto a stretcher, and pushes back any discomfort at the way Tony's face reminds him of someone else. Someone he knew a long time ago.

It's easier to concentrate on the present, second by second, minute by minute. He follows Steve's lead, a shared look between them has Bucky partnering up with the redhead, while Steve assists the other guy with Gaping Chest Wound Man. And, all too soon, the four of them are braced around Cisco and Tony, even though he's only aware of the former's name due to Natasha's worried murmurs, and still clueless to the identity of the older man. When Steve gives the order, the teams move as one, moving carefully out of ground zero and towards the outside. It's a small hope, but Bucky is praying silently that the damn medical team, with their snazzy vehicles and crash kits, shows up before they have to cart seriously injured science types all the way to the hospital.

When they reach the street outside, and a siren cuts through the air, he starts believing that everyone might actually make it out of this alive.