Only Human

Exit Wounds.

You rushed down the hall to the medical bay, backpack slung over your shoulder, the charms that were attached to it bouncing and clinking against each other as you jogged. When you finally reached the bay the glass sliding doors slid open with a soft swooshing noise as the overhead lights turned on, white walls and medical instruments coming into view. Your sneakers squeaked as you moved across the tile floor to drop your backpack in one of the far corners between a bed with white sheets and a baby blue privacy curtain.

"FRIDAY, what is their estimated arrival time?" You ask while quickly changing out of your street clothes and into a pair of maroon colored scrubs behind a curtain. You almost trip while trying to put your shoe back on.

"Estimated arrival time in three minutes," Its voice said from overhead.

"What kinda injuries am I going to be dealing with?" You inquire while taking the plastic wrapping off of a pair of long steal tweezers to set along side a couple other tools that you had already placed on the tray in the middle of a small table on wheels. "Any casualties?"

"Mr. Stark has suffered a head injury and requires stitches. James Barnes has injuries to his right shoulder and right thigh, that are unspecified. All others that went on the mission only have minor injuries that require little to no medical attention." There was couple second pause before the AI finished with, "There were three civilian casualties."

You grab a couple rolls of gauze to set on the tray and then move to a different cabinet to pull out about a dozen towels to set on a bed next to you. You were about to ask why James's injuries were unspecified, when you heard the elevator's door softly ping and loud commotion that spilled out. You turned just as a door just down the hall slammed open, frantic shuffling and voices becoming louder.

You nabbed a pair of non-latex gloves and snapped them on just as they came rushing into the room. The first thing you registered was that everyone looked like complete and utter crap. The second was that Tony had blood trickling from a pretty deep cut near his hairline down the side of his neck, soaking into his under armor, and was being partially supported by Rodney and Peter as they stumbled in.

Now -you didn't know all of the avengers all that well- the one's that you had been in contact with the most were Tony, Steve and Peter. Everyone else was either if they needed medical attention or brief conversations in the halls or parties and you've barely said two sentences to Barnes in the eight months that you've been working at the tower; that and he's a fucking hermit.

But seeing James being carried in through those doors by Steve holding up his arms, Natasha and Clint each holding up a leg to the best of their abilities, a trail of blood following them as they quickly moved him onto the bed next to you, made your blood run cold. You shake your head to snap out of whatever shock it was in so you could properly asses the situation.

"What the hell happened to you guys?" You ask as you move over to James with a couple of towels, handing over two of them to Peter for Tony. "Apply pressure to his head," You quickly instruct as you turn your attention the injured super soldier laying in front of you. You quickly look him over before deciding that his clothes would need to come off so you could get better access the his wounds.

"We were almost done with the mission when there was an explosion," Steve started. You hummed in response as you gently opened each eye with you fingers and shined your small flashlight into each of them to see that retract. James shifted his head away with a groan when you pulled away.

"I need you both to help me get him out of his Kevlar, shirt and pants," You instruct. Everyone freezes what they're doing to look at you like you're out of your damn mind.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Tony replies after a moment, making you look over your shoulder. He's holding the towel to his head on his own now, partially soaked with crimson. Peter is sat next to him with the other towel. "We tried to take his shirt off or at least roll his pants up or something so we could at least see the damage. He was thrashing around screaming. Nearly stabbed Rogers." You took what Tony had told you into consideration as you turned to look at the man who was still bleeding out on the bed in front of you.