[The mirrors. Bucky hated them. He was paranoid enough without them, but finding out they could see everyone here pretty much whenever left him unsettled.]
I wouldn't really.
[Oh. She's teasing him. Bucky can't remember the last time anyone has. Not in seventy years at least, not like this. It's refreshing, and he appreciates it, even if he's not sure how to thank her for it.]
I'd rather you didn't kick my ass.
[He rolls a shoulder. There's a click. Soft, but loud enough he can hear it. The arm closest to her, his left, comes unhinged and starts to fall, his other hand circling out to grab it. He freezes, the prosthetic lower than what's natural, eyes flicking up to meet hers. It's pretty obvious now that it's not real, and he's suddenly worried that it'll bother her.]
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I wouldn't really.
[Oh. She's teasing him. Bucky can't remember the last time anyone has. Not in seventy years at least, not like this. It's refreshing, and he appreciates it, even if he's not sure how to thank her for it.]
I'd rather you didn't kick my ass.
[He rolls a shoulder. There's a click. Soft, but loud enough he can hear it. The arm closest to her, his left, comes unhinged and starts to fall, his other hand circling out to grab it. He freezes, the prosthetic lower than what's natural, eyes flicking up to meet hers. It's pretty obvious now that it's not real, and he's suddenly worried that it'll bother her.]
I'm sorry.