He returns with everything required and cuts the destroyed shirt free and removes it before moving to the rest. Every movement he makes silently proclaims his experience at caring for a sick person and helping them with their needs.

Bucky places the drape over Sharon, folding it back to her waist, and only then lets himself look at the extent of the wound. His breath comes in sharply and stays.

He knows exactly what kind of damage a bullet like that, with that placement, can do. It’s a miracle she survived long enough for T’Challa to get her here.