"Hawkeye, you got a match or a lighter or something? These twigs aren't going to light themselves." Bucky stood up. "The kid's shivering. He's fevered. We have to get help. Except," he continued, "we have no help. We can't get help. I'm not a doctor and neither are you. We've got to move. Now or tomorrow, doesn't matter, but we've got to find someone."

"There's one problem with that...I could have sworn I had been walking for a bit when I left though when I turned around it was as if I had never left camp..." Hawkeye answered before looking down at Peter. He was right the kid needed help. "I don't have anything sorry though if you struck the knife off your arm the sparks might be enough to start a flame."

"Excuse me, my arm is not flint, it's metal. There's no way we can move the knife or my arm fast enough to get sparks." Bucky scratched his head. "But if we do nothing, the kid is gonna die. We're all gonna die, again." He drew a knife and ran the flat of the blade up and down his arm, creating a few small sparks that landed on the ground around him and not in the pile of twigs. He knelt by the little heap and continued. A few small sparks landed in the twigs but didn't catch. "Hawkeye, blow on it or something. It's not catching."

Sorry, I was at an overnight summer camp all last week. I get one day off, then I head back off for another week... sorry that I didn't let you two know earlier.

((Hey, no problem, Arrow. Thanks for the update))

(It's okay Arrow, you're not really missing much :3 )

He narrowed his eyes but did as told. Soon a weak flame ate away at at sticks and twigs. "It's not much but it will have to do for now..." Hawkeye sighed sitting back. "So um what happened? I can only guess that we are stuck here because of something the avengers did..."

"Don't look at me." Bucky raised his hands. "I was asleep for the past two years until about six months ago when Shuri woke me up. Last thing I knew before here was fighting in Wakanda." He glanced over at Peter. "Come on, help me move him closer so we can at least see."

"Wakanda?" Hawkeye asked cocking and eyebrow as he stood. Approaching Peter he could tell the boy was only getting worse. He had a fever now, which was a sign of infection. Without proper treatment there was no real chance of him surviving. "Sounds like you all have been busy while I was gone."

"After the airport, Steve and Tony had a huge fight in Siberia, we found the guy who bombed the UN, you probably heard about that. And then T'Challa took me to Wakanda and let me stay in their stasis unit until his little sister woke me up. I haven't been busy, I was asleep, but apparently everyone else has." Bucky felt Peter's forehead. He was burning up. Only one thing left they could do, since they didn't have any medicine to bring the fever down. "Clint, you have anything warm, like a jacket or a blanket? We need to get him warm." Bucky took off what remained of his jacket and laid it over Peter's torso.

"All I had was that over shirt, and the shirt on my back. You know if it comes to it we could always treat it as hypothermia. Body heat alone may be enough to help him."

(If I was to add someone else in who would you want it to be?)