[ There's a hint of something strained and tired in Sam's voice there. He doesn't fully disagree though, and it shows in the way he rolls his shoulders. He can be stubborn as a mule, and he really isn't quite sure if it's generally better that Bucky know some of this stuff, but he also knows it's better that Bucky find out easy, uncomplicated, and not by virtue of more surprise egg births.
Jesus, the thought of Walker or Zemo showing up here...
Or Karli. Alive and angry and no longer doomed to die for Sam's failure to get through to her.
It gnaws at Sam that they gotta catch Steve up, too. They're off kilter because of the shield, all of them, and Sam wants desperately to fix what can be fixed there. At least plug up a few holes and slap on a new coat of paint. Pray they float and don't sink. ]
I'm gonna need you to be careful around the folks from engineering.
[ Sam holds up a hand, then reaches out and raps his knuckles very lightly against Bucky's left shoulder - solidly on the metal, not on the connective seam between metal and scarred flesh. ]
Your arm's got a failsafe. Press the right points, it comes right off.
[ Low and soft, words tucked into the space between them. Just in case someone strolls by the gym, Sam's not gonna risk his voice carrying. But he also remembers the look in Bucky's eyes from that day. ]
Dunno if anyone here's got the kinda skill to figure out something that specific, but... yeah. That's the kinda shit you oughta know.
[ He's still not quite sure why Wakanda never told Bucky that, but that's also not his business. Sam's not gonna keep a secret about Bucky's own damn body - arm included. ]
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[ There's a hint of something strained and tired in Sam's voice there. He doesn't fully disagree though, and it shows in the way he rolls his shoulders. He can be stubborn as a mule, and he really isn't quite sure if it's generally better that Bucky know some of this stuff, but he also knows it's better that Bucky find out easy, uncomplicated, and not by virtue of more surprise egg births.
Jesus, the thought of Walker or Zemo showing up here...
Or Karli. Alive and angry and no longer doomed to die for Sam's failure to get through to her.
It gnaws at Sam that they gotta catch Steve up, too. They're off kilter because of the shield, all of them, and Sam wants desperately to fix what can be fixed there. At least plug up a few holes and slap on a new coat of paint. Pray they float and don't sink. ]
I'm gonna need you to be careful around the folks from engineering.
[ Sam holds up a hand, then reaches out and raps his knuckles very lightly against Bucky's left shoulder - solidly on the metal, not on the connective seam between metal and scarred flesh. ]
Your arm's got a failsafe. Press the right points, it comes right off.
[ Low and soft, words tucked into the space between them. Just in case someone strolls by the gym, Sam's not gonna risk his voice carrying. But he also remembers the look in Bucky's eyes from that day. ]
Dunno if anyone here's got the kinda skill to figure out something that specific, but... yeah. That's the kinda shit you oughta know.
[ He's still not quite sure why Wakanda never told Bucky that, but that's also not his business. Sam's not gonna keep a secret about Bucky's own damn body - arm included. ]