Steve's P.O.V

Clint and I half dragged-half carried Percy to the medical Bay. His head lolled loosely and his blood was staining the carpets.

"Oh my god! What happened?" Natasha gasped as she saw us.

"Bucky happened." I growled. Natasha disappeared into one of the doors as we carried on going. We helped Percy onto a bed and propped him upright. His skin was pale and beads of sweat coated his face. Wanda, Tony and Natasha appeared.

"How is he?" Tony asked.

"Not good." I muttered. Percy opened his eyes.

"Water..." He rasped. Thor had a look of understanding on his face and he quickly poured Percy a glass of water. He took it with a shaking hand and drained it in one gulp. He took a deep breath, looking relieved.

"Are you alright now?" Thor asked. Percy nodded and tried to stand up.

"Woah Woah Woah! Don't you dare get up! You've just been shot!" Clint said and pushed him down again.

"I'm fine!" He protested.

"Oh please." Tony said and pulled Percy's top up. "Then what about this..." Tony trailed off as he looked down at the wound.

"It-It's gone!" Natasha gasped.

"You have got a lot of explaining to do." I said to Percy. He looked at Loki and Thor questioningly.

"It's time to tell them." Thor said.

"Alright." Percy said.

"Tell us what?" Wanda asked.

"The truth."