It takes me a minute to remember Peter's from before the Civil War. That he hasn't seen this same damn moment replayed again and again until it's burned into his memory. I'm not sure if I envy his ignorance.

"Yeah," I say breathlessly, nodding once. That's the only information he needs to know. With the added help, it's not as awkward, carrying Steve towards the O.R., but a real stretcher wouldn't have gone unappreciated. So when I see another guy approaching, I call out, "Hey, you! Give us a hand!"