[ He doesn't know how, but after being gone and then suddenly back in a blink of an eye, that battle had been hard but it felt like nothing. It felt like a goddamn dream until he could feel it in every step he took in the aftermath. Stark seems like he had been the biggest loss they might've had - he can't say he knows too many of the Avengers beyond the ones Steph is around the most and anyone who came through the portal from Wakanda - but he is scanning around for faces. Mostly he's looking for the people he's met, even if it's been in passing, because he knows it's what she would do but he's also looking for her.

It's instinct that has him rushing forward to catch her, to keep her from falling on her ass and is ready to launch into a tirade about how she never learns how to back away from a fight or to fall back when there's enough people around to take the burden for her, when he stops because he can tell it's difficult for her to get out words. He's motioning for anyone around, knowing that there's others who are looking for wounded or trying to take stock of anyone who's already dead, even if he's also following the line from her grimy glove down the rest of her arm, to see if it needs anything like the arm she currently has a make-shift tourniquet around. ]

Hey, it can wait, Rogers. I'm not goin' anywhere. [ He puts on an air about him, like he feels even a little bit confident like he would have, in the past. Instead he's worrying that these injuries might be worse than the ones he gave her on that helicarrier years ago now, because he's half ready to just carry her somewhere away from the battlefield and find some first aid in what was left of whatever the hell this place was. ] I think they got rid of all that shit in my head and from what I can tell, no one's left from that purple guy's army. We've got time.