The paleness of the man's face and his inability to focus already had him concerned - those were not good signs - but it only seems to get worse when the man tries to stand.

Steve places his hands on the man's shoulders, trying to gently push him down to sit. The smell of ozone reaches his nose, making him look down to the hole and liquid that's coming out of the man's suit, or worse the man himself. Shit, this guy is way worse off than he thought.

"I'm Steve. I dragged you inside after you passed out, so you need to take a minute to sit, okay? I'm not going to kill you after the effort it took to get you in here," Steve keeps his voice level, trying to instil into him the calm Steve's portraying. Much like he would with injured soldiers on the field. "Trust me, you're no feather."