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james barnes (freezerburn) wrote in entrywaythreads,

"Mm." Bucky tapped his metal hand against his palm, suddenly sorry he'd skipped out on the glove. It made a dull clicking noise, and it wasn't exactly Bucky's favorite noise. "Monsters are bad. Monsters that eat children are worse."

He wrinkled up his own nose. "I could probably help you if any of those show up here." What the hell did Bucky know? They might. Except for the arm, Bucky was more or less immune to electricity; it might fry the arm or send it into a reset, but Bucky was pretty sure with Shuri having constructed the arm for him, it would be flawless. The kid had talents, a lot of them. But Bucky's own body handled electricity with shockingly (no pun intended) little reaction.

Plus, he'd be willing to bet a Wakandan prosthetic had its upsides in a monster fight.

"The worst monsters," he said, reaching for the fresh glass of rotgut he'd been handed, "are the ones that look like humans." He thought of Pierce, of that sharp blue gaze and the body that had aged faster than Bucky had thought possible when he'd been able to remember anything at all.

He thought of Zola. And his face tightened into the rictus mask, a smile that was false and so painfully obvious in what it lacked. He hated that man. And worse, he hated that he'd been unable to kill him.