[ And there's a new career path he hadn't considered: rodeo. It might be an unfair advantage with the metal arm, but frankly he thinks he could take it off and do just fine one-handed. The serum didn't boost his internal gyroscope, that's not something that comes in a drug. That's years of attunement to your body, hands-on practice.
The bastard thrashes, Bucky's fingers dig in, one foot on heel and one on toe riding the momentum out mostly gracefully. He'd have done better before losing a little strength, but it doesn't matter. He's got a grip enough that he can plunge the knife in at the top of it's head and--
-accomplish absolutely nothing. He slices through skin and fat and muscle, but there's a whole lot of nothing there. ]
Where the hell is its brain?
[ Called out incredulously to Jack, as though he's a monster marine biologist or something. ]
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The bastard thrashes, Bucky's fingers dig in, one foot on heel and one on toe riding the momentum out mostly gracefully. He'd have done better before losing a little strength, but it doesn't matter. He's got a grip enough that he can plunge the knife in at the top of it's head and--
-accomplish absolutely nothing. He slices through skin and fat and muscle, but there's a whole lot of nothing there. ]
Where the hell is its brain?
[ Called out incredulously to Jack, as though he's a monster marine biologist or something. ]