[When she reaches out, he carefully withdraws his hand to allow her the space. And then he watches. There’s always a calm to her movements, a simplicity and elegance that he’s never seen a human quite express. Perhaps something to do with her engineering, her plates and circuitry, but even as the physical constraints dictate the limitations, there’s something else so real—reactive—in the way Ada interacts with the world around her.
It steadies hearts, opens doors.
The graceful stroke of her finger earns a curious snort from the piglet, snuffling and bumping into her hand clumsily as it tries to understand what the single stroke means. Bucky regards the instance, the fumble and curiosity, and feels a sudden fondness for the both of these darling existences interacting in front of him, very real and very alive.]
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It steadies hearts, opens doors.
The graceful stroke of her finger earns a curious snort from the piglet, snuffling and bumping into her hand clumsily as it tries to understand what the single stroke means. Bucky regards the instance, the fumble and curiosity, and feels a sudden fondness for the both of these darling existences interacting in front of him, very real and very alive.]