[He’s given up on batting away the little suckers at this point. Shooing them off clearly doesn’t work, so he’s sort of just watching them float around him now. For vicious, little alien jellies, they do add an almost tranquil and lovely aspect to a slow death. The thought makes him laugh bitterly, which he regrets instantly. His chest hurts like shit. Never a good sign.

It takes some effort to lift his head when he catches glimpse of a metal arm. He only knows one guy from his Earth with that here – or, well, actually, two, but one is definitely an alternate. This can be considered quite the reunion if he’s his. Either way, he isn’t going to complain about the help.]

Could be better. [He has enough strength to tap the repulsor battery. Probably enough strength to stand up with help. For now, he’s going to concentrate on getting words out.] You need to... get them away from me. They’re draining the... energy right out of my... R.T. node. [That being said, it probably won’t help to lug a guy in an armor around, so excuse him while he begins to slip the fluid substance back into his body. Totally not weird at all, right?]

But good to see you, Bucky. [If you’re his Bucky. He’s going to have to take a better look later.] How’s it... going?