He worked quietly until Bucky's head had been tended to then sat back on his heels to look at him.

"That should last you a bit. I can take care of the other cuts if you want, but you'll need to strip a bit so I can get at them."

He wanted to help as much as he could, but he could feel the tension radiating off Bucky even as he seemed calm. It made Jet feel bad for him, it reminded him a little too much of those early days in Black Ghost when the scientists would work on him or Albert, repairing their cybernetics like they were machines and not people. Jet could remember being tense on those days when all he wanted to do was snap and shove their tools down their throats, but he'd sit idly by as they poked and prodded and re-calibrated and generally ignored him, only taking care of the bleeding parts after the cybernetics were fixed.

That mental analogy alone made him want to tend to this guy even more while also wanting to run as far away from him as possible.