[ Clark approaches slowly, kneeling down. He doesn't touch Bucky, and he tilts his head at an angle exposing his bare neck. Whatever it takes to help Bucky feel better. Clark doesn't expect him to just be okay with being so near someone who could snap him in two without breaking a sweat. ]
How's your wrist?
[ Clark looks over the leg first. Two clean breaks. The ribs haven't punctured anything. Both should heal fine if Bucky rests. The shoulder, Clark can't do anything about. ]
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How's your wrist?
[ Clark looks over the leg first. Two clean breaks. The ribs haven't punctured anything. Both should heal fine if Bucky rests. The shoulder, Clark can't do anything about. ]