[ Tony. At least, now he had a name to refer to the fella who kept staring at him. A sort of staring he didn't really know what to do with because it seemed to have little to do with his actual appearance. It confused him but intrigued him more than it should have.
Returning with the supplies, he scattered them on the barely standing kitchen table. First, he needed to clean the wound and then apply the bandages, all things he learned to do from his dear mother and also because of the scraps he usually found himself in. He always tried to clean up before Bucky found out since he worried far too much about him.
Grabbing for the alcohol, he put some on a swab and started to dab at the various cuts he saw. There were plenty of them now that he had himself a look. Curious. ]
Do ya remember anythin' that happened to ya? Looks pretty nasty. You in trouble or somethin'? [ He paused for only a moment before he added - ] I'm Steve, by the way.
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Returning with the supplies, he scattered them on the barely standing kitchen table. First, he needed to clean the wound and then apply the bandages, all things he learned to do from his dear mother and also because of the scraps he usually found himself in. He always tried to clean up before Bucky found out since he worried far too much about him.
Grabbing for the alcohol, he put some on a swab and started to dab at the various cuts he saw. There were plenty of them now that he had himself a look. Curious. ]
Do ya remember anythin' that happened to ya? Looks pretty nasty. You in trouble or somethin'? [ He paused for only a moment before he added - ] I'm Steve, by the way.