He must be in worse shape than he thought. He's not expecting Steve to step out from behind a tree. He'd been expecting - well, that doesn't matter.
For Steve, for that scrawny little kid from Brooklyn, Bucky will force himself up. He doesn't tower over Steve any more and a part of him mourns for that lost innocence. On both their parts.
His flesh arm dangles uselessly - he'd dislocated it, falling off that damned scaffolding taking out the weapon of mass destruction they'd been constructing. An explosion rocks the glade behind them. Something didn't go off as planned, apparently. Bucky still has to lean against the tree behind him. His entire body aches.
"Dislocated shoulder. A few scratches." A bullet hole or three to go with it. He'll be fine. He knows it. After the other HYDRA bases that he's taken out, he knows he'll be fine. It just might take a little while.
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For Steve, for that scrawny little kid from Brooklyn, Bucky will force himself up. He doesn't tower over Steve any more and a part of him mourns for that lost innocence. On both their parts.
His flesh arm dangles uselessly - he'd dislocated it, falling off that damned scaffolding taking out the weapon of mass destruction they'd been constructing. An explosion rocks the glade behind them. Something didn't go off as planned, apparently. Bucky still has to lean against the tree behind him. His entire body aches.
"Dislocated shoulder. A few scratches." A bullet hole or three to go with it. He'll be fine. He knows it. After the other HYDRA bases that he's taken out, he knows he'll be fine. It just might take a little while.