"Scoop and fling, got it." It's as good a technique as any, and while he can't hope to do it with any sort of finesse, he does his best to manage. "And would you stop moving already? I'm not gonna have you bleeding out on my watch."

He's mostly focused on getting the key, but he can see Steve moving out of the corner of his eye. "Almost got it," he bites out, cursing as he misses the key on his first try. Finally, his acid-eaten fingers curl around the key and he rips his hand out of the bowl.

"I'm gonna get you out now."