Vision and Sam used the onboard tech to begin working on Bucky. Steve hovered nearby, every fiber in his being stretched thin. Dr. Cho had invented a blood substitute and it was now working its way into Bucky's veins. Vital statistics began to improve marginally. Tony's microbots inside his chest were doing a remarkable job patching blood vessels.

Sam finished as best he could with the resources at hand. His gaze went to Steve in the corner, his voice firm, "We need to get him out of here."

"I know. Can he make it?" Rogers voice was a mix of apprehension and anger.

"I know he won't if we don't get him to a hospital."

"The rest of the Avengers have arrived." Vision added, turning toward the cargo bay door.

"Peter isn't an Avenger yet." Tony said as he walked up the ramp. Peter stayed outside, quiet, still mentally digesting the SHIELD version of the Winter Soldier file. Natasha stood near him for support. "Vis, Sam, can you give us a moment?"

"You better hurry. We don't really have one." Sam replied with a sharp edge holding Tony's gaze firmly as he walked down the ramp.

"Yeah. I get it. Thanks." Tony stood across from Steve who was stonily silent.

"What do you want?"

Stark swallowed and looked down at Barnes, "He and I. We had a talk. Sort of a one sided one, but we got some thoughts out."

Steve stayed silent, vibrating with his worry for Bucky.

Tony continued, not taking his eyes off Bucky, "And I think I understand him better."

Rogers felt a thousand snarky comments well up in his mind, but he shoved them away because they were not going to do any good. He remembered this was not some back alley in Brooklyn, 1944. Trying to keep his voice level, he replied, "I'm glad. Maybe you understand he was not responsible for your parent's death."

"Yes." Tony stated, and Steve's face softened almost imperceptibly, "But, I'm not sure I can forgive him, yet."

Steve exhaled forcefully in frustration, "Great. I'm glad you made some headway.I need to get him out of here. Now."

"That's the problem. You have nowhere to go."

"But we do." Steve moved to look out the cargo bay door of the downed quinjet. A Wakandan ship appeared coming out of cloaking, piloted by Sam. "Don't follow us."

"Or what?"

Steve only looked at Tony, his face unsympathetic.

Sam rushed in and packed up Bucky as best he could, wheeling him out quickly to the Wakandan aircraft, ignoring the two titans of the Avengers.

Steve moved to walk down the ramp and then looked back over his shoulder, "Tony, thanks for helping him down there. You could have let him die." He gave a brief glance at the rest of the fractured Avengers outside watching Bucky being loaded up, each of them looking conflicted and uncomfortable. Returning his gaze to Stark, "When you all get home, I'd be asking Ross why he shot a bunker buster at you. I think that needs more attention than us right now."

Tony gave him a nod and began to play with his helmet again.

Steve strode down the ramp as Wanda moved in behind him to board the Wakandan ship. She looked saddly at Vision who had wretched expression. The rest of the team watched the jet power up and cloak as it sailed off into the sky.

Natasha looked up at Tony, who had peaked out of the cargo bay area and asked, "You know how to fix one of these things?"

"Rhodey… get me my tools. We got a lot to fix."

"That's an understatement." Rhodey replied, shuffling off to get a tool box for the jet.

"Ms. Romanov?" Peter said.

Too tired to argue semantics with him, she turned her head, "Yeah, kid?"

"Will they work it out? Tony and Steve?"

"I hope so. We all need them together again."