[ Except his arm is intricate too, articulates like a real one and when he's not being throttled by it he can appreciate its design — not the butchery that sewed it to his friend's body. There had been moments, reading the file, when he'd had to close it and look away at the wall, seeing red at the corners of his vision. Bad enough that this was done to another human being, but to the best and brightest of them — Steve's always been angry. It rears its head and it never sleeps. This world earned nothing else from him. ]
[The problem with Bucky’s arm is that he knows it’s beautiful but hates its intent. He loves it—loved it—for what it is capable of and can accomplish. Yet, it was made for destruction. The brand on the outside of his arm reminded him daily.
Maybe whenever he gets a new one, he can reclaim its meaning properly. So that he doesn’t regret loving something so magnificent and yet so deadly. But that would take time, something he doesn’t know if he even has much of.]
Yeah. Your room.
[So he can feel like he belongs somewhere. His own room always feels so empty by comparison, even with the few belongings Bucky can say are definitely his.]
[ Making plans. Bucky is one of his anchors in the world and though they'll leave Wakanda at some point things feel normal. Steve stops his fiddling long enough to come over and drape on Bucky's good side as he takes out the bottle he wants. Content to simply be there, listening to his inevitable amusement when it is not only in the curve of his smile, but in his eyes, his shoulders, possessing his whole body. ]
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I'd like that. My room?
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Maybe whenever he gets a new one, he can reclaim its meaning properly. So that he doesn’t regret loving something so magnificent and yet so deadly. But that would take time, something he doesn’t know if he even has much of.]
Yeah. Your room.
[So he can feel like he belongs somewhere. His own room always feels so empty by comparison, even with the few belongings Bucky can say are definitely his.]
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[ Making plans. Bucky is one of his anchors in the world and though they'll leave Wakanda at some point things feel normal. Steve stops his fiddling long enough to come over and drape on Bucky's good side as he takes out the bottle he wants. Content to simply be there, listening to his inevitable amusement when it is not only in the curve of his smile, but in his eyes, his shoulders, possessing his whole body. ]