[Passing by the armory for the second time, Bucky only casts another brief look into the room. But this time, he finds himself stopping short. Finds his attention drawn, not to the room itself, but rather the person stood inside. He has no idea what the kid is up to, of course. Magic doesn't make any sense to him, no matter how much exposure he had to it during the final battle with Thanos.
But it isn't the magic that has his focus. Instead, it's the arm. It's the plates of metal in place of flesh. Prosthesis aren't built like that, back home. Aren't so openly made of metal. His own is an anomaly, the idea of asking Shuri to camouflage it having never even crossed his mind. He has his reasons, of course. But why would a kid be so willing to risk finding himself the target of other's derision when there are ways to avoid it?]
What's auto-mail?
[A break in his own silence as he steps into the room. His gloves are on, jacket covering his own arm. For all intents and purposes, he looks like a regular (tired) human, no hints of metal on show just yet.]
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But it isn't the magic that has his focus. Instead, it's the arm. It's the plates of metal in place of flesh. Prosthesis aren't built like that, back home. Aren't so openly made of metal. His own is an anomaly, the idea of asking Shuri to camouflage it having never even crossed his mind. He has his reasons, of course. But why would a kid be so willing to risk finding himself the target of other's derision when there are ways to avoid it?]
What's auto-mail?
[A break in his own silence as he steps into the room. His gloves are on, jacket covering his own arm. For all intents and purposes, he looks like a regular (tired) human, no hints of metal on show just yet.]