The rescue was entirely welcome, and Bucky staggered back away from the waterline as the villagers swarmed the monster. They were clearly well equipped to handle it, despite the primitive weapons, and he was quite happy to leave them to it.

Breathing hard, he came to a stop at a safe distance and took stock of himself. The suckers on the tentacles appeared to have some kind of acidic slime on them, because he had chemical burns everywhere the thing had slapped against him. His ankle was the worst, where the tentacle had been wrapped around him for a good minute or more, and the flesh was swollen and puffy.

Nothing that would kill him - unless there was poison as well as acid, maybe, but the ship could probably heal it all. Assuming Stark didn't now turn on him.

Wary, he eyed the other man. "You hurt? Did it get you?" Stark wouldn't have the Soldier's enhanced healing ability, and the acid might do a lot more damage to him.