shapethecentury: ([neu] look at this face)
Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] shapethecentury) wrote in [personal profile] weirderthanthou 2024-06-21 06:45 pm (UTC)

'Okay' was so, so relative.

As soon as the door closed, Bucky exhaled with a shudder, slowly letting go of something. You didn't go on the run for two years and just start not packing everything away from public view as soon as your past caught up with you. The previous morning, he'd been in Bucharest unaware any of this was about to happen, that anything was coming to sweep him away like a wave crashing over him.

And now he was here. One arm lighter, but he was here, and he didn't know what that meant for anything. The best he could do was grab hold of what had kept him moving at the facility, earlier: not letting Jesse down.

And right now, that meant slowly and carefully taking off what remained of the tactical jacket, and his shirt. And finally taking a good look at the charred, jagged edges of what remained of the metal arm. It looked like the blast that had taken it off had also cauterized the ends of the wires, good. After getting rid of his remaining glove and pants and boots, he still wrapped the towel awkwardly around the stump just in case, before stepping into the shower and getting the water running.

The last thing Jesse needed was him electrocuting himself in the shower with his own shoulder cap.

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