[Taako waits for Bucky to speak, hoping for an assessment of the injuries so he knows what would be useful, and is a little relieved to actually get it.
When he answers Steve's question, it's directed at Bucky.]
I can make you a splint, you can put it on your damn self but it'll be better than letting that heal all fucked up.
[This isn't actually up for discussion, he figures, since blondie is pretty insistent his friend get help.
So Taako casts a glance down the alley, reaches out with mage hand to pull a discarded milk crate towards him, and sits down in front of it, hands held out over the surface. It'll take a minute or two, but the plastic of the crate is being reformed into something decidedly splint shaped.]
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When he answers Steve's question, it's directed at Bucky.]
I can make you a splint, you can put it on your damn self but it'll be better than letting that heal all fucked up.
[This isn't actually up for discussion, he figures, since blondie is pretty insistent his friend get help.
So Taako casts a glance down the alley, reaches out with mage hand to pull a discarded milk crate towards him, and sits down in front of it, hands held out over the surface. It'll take a minute or two, but the plastic of the crate is being reformed into something decidedly splint shaped.]