Cricket needs attention too, though not really for any physical kind of illness. This sort of thing is traumatizing and mental shutdown is a real concern. Steve's only one man though and this isn't the sort of problem his enhanced body makes him especially better at fixing. His time in the war though, that's reaching with icy claws out of the wind and snow to remind him quietly what he needs to do almost without him even thinking about it.

There's a still a pulse so there's still time to try.

"Okay, here goes." He'll tell Cricket where to press and hold while he gets bandages wound tight to staunch what they can for the bleeding. It's not a great sign that there's this much blood about the place and for the first time it dawns on Steve that this is someone's bedroom. This is where Cricket should have felt the safest in all the world. And it's full of this man's blood for trying to break into that home.

"Can you climb onto my back? I need my hands to carry him back to the base but I don't want to leave you here." Not sick with guilt over a life he may have taken. And not with a gun that could be reloaded in this broken place of supposed safety. He doesn't want Cricket to be alone right now.