I'd have you in a heartbeat if I could, but alas, I am no longer on the market. Or...won't be, soon.
[ Tony gestures for Bucky to sit and drags the latest variation of the arm out from where he's got it stored in a safe that's less locked and more solid block of steel that won't open until he reaches in like it's water to pull out what he has stored inside. In this instance? It's the plain white box holding the latest version.
No gurney, no fun tools, not when all the connectors and plating and everything of Bucky's arms are metal and therefore subject to Tony's will.
He used to have emotions about the level of control that could give him, before he decided to trust Bucky. Before Bucky decided, however unwisely, to trust him.
They're lucky it's paid off so far. ]
We finally picked a moment to make an announcement. I'd feel more excited, I guess, if it were...she's great. But we both know what this is. You don't get to be who we are and have things honestly. [ He works as he talks, passing his hands over the chrome limb cradled in its case, silvered sheen morphing to matte black in a slow pass. ] There are moments when I think I could actually, you know, risk that before I remember how terrible of an idea that is.
no subject
[ Tony gestures for Bucky to sit and drags the latest variation of the arm out from where he's got it stored in a safe that's less locked and more solid block of steel that won't open until he reaches in like it's water to pull out what he has stored inside. In this instance? It's the plain white box holding the latest version.
No gurney, no fun tools, not when all the connectors and plating and everything of Bucky's arms are metal and therefore subject to Tony's will.
He used to have emotions about the level of control that could give him, before he decided to trust Bucky. Before Bucky decided, however unwisely, to trust him.
They're lucky it's paid off so far. ]
We finally picked a moment to make an announcement. I'd feel more excited, I guess, if it were...she's great. But we both know what this is. You don't get to be who we are and have things honestly. [ He works as he talks, passing his hands over the chrome limb cradled in its case, silvered sheen morphing to matte black in a slow pass. ] There are moments when I think I could actually, you know, risk that before I remember how terrible of an idea that is.