You wake up in pain. Your leg felt like it was on fire. You try to sit up - to see what damage that trap did, but you can't. You're... You're tied down!
You don't even know where the fuck you are!
You're in a canvass tent. You're tied down to a cot. There are medical supplies scattered around you. You take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.
Whoever took you - rescued you - from that trap could be dangerous. Maybe you'll be able to slip out unnoticed.
You hear rustling, someone walking up to the tent. Multiple someones.
You lay down, closing your eyes again.
"Still out cold, Cap." A voice says.
"Probably. We don't know how its metabolism works." Another responds.
A hand carefully pulls the blanket back. It takes every ounce of self-control you have not to flinch.
"Soap, had me the bandages, would ya? It bled through these ones." The first voice says.
You hear more rustling. Gentle hands start peeling off your bandages. You've tensed, but you don't think the men noticed.
"It's awake, lads." A third voice murmurs, "It's all tensed up."
There's no point pretending now. You slowly open your eyes.
Four men surround you. Each of them are wearing tactical gear. They're all carrying weapons, you can tell.
