So much for the subtle approach. The metal arm was coming towards him and Steve moved to stop it with the shield. The only problem was that the thing packed a wallop! Pushing back against it, Steve got some leverage and went for a leg sweep, crouched but the shield still over his head to keep the arm from hitting his head.
"Looks like you've picked up some new tricks," he got the words out in spite of the battle. "Not bad for being 90 years old." He got up from his position and managed to put some space between them. And that was when Steve got his first look of his best friend... He looked like he hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in a year or more. Dark bags under his eyes. Long hair that could use a trim. He looked tired, unkempt. More like a caged animal than the partner he'd known. "Buck..." God... what the hell had the done to him?! That arm, made out of metal. He'd heard and been told what had happened but seeing it...