"Bruce!"
"Sam! What's wrong?" Bruce threw himself out of the van, his book thrown aside at the sound of Sam's distress. He lurched forward to find Sam looking stricken.
"It's Steve!" That sent Bruce moving even faster, both of them scrabbling forward where Bruce could see Bucky, Natasha, Thor and Clint hovering around Steve, who was laying prone on the ground.
Bruce slammed to his knees next to them. His heart racing at the sight of blood pooling around Steve's head. The park was empty around them.
"What happened!?" Bruce took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"Steve was returning a baby bird to its nest when he fell out of the tree." Bruce took a shuddering breath.
He grabbed the coat that Bucky was holding out to him pressing it gently but firmly against Steve's wound. Steve groan before opening his eyes.
"Steve, Steve do you feel okay?"
"I feel like Bucky sat on my head." The statement sent peels of laugher through most of the group, and a sigh of relief from the others.
A few moments later, with some test Bruce declared Steve OK, but he would not be driving for a while.
Later that night, watching Steve rest in the seat beside him Bruce felt thankful for his family and that he had not lost one of them.
