[ooc: not a problem. sometimes a short tag is all that's needed. as long as it's a paragraph? i figure it's fine.]
Most people noticed the arm right off. No one had ever asked him about it to his face before though his hearing was good enough to pick up children asking their parents, friends gossiping, speculations running wild. He'd heard a little bit of all of it since he'd left HYDRA to do his own thing. For a while, he'd stayed in colder climes so he could be nothing more than a man in a coat wearing gloves.
No one was the wiser that way.
Fixating on clearing off the final stages of that side of the complex, he chose not to answer immediately. There was little he could tell her which she'd want to hear. At best, she wanted to hear he was surviving it like a good soldier. At worst, she wanted the gory details so she could go run to Steve to empathize with him over his poor, poor friend's plight.
People didn't ask for nothing more than curiosity.
They always wanted something out of it for themselves.
Knowledge was power which was why HYDRA had tried and failed to take all his away from him.
"When I fell from the train? I hit the rocks on the way down. My arm was mostly gone. I was bleeding out. HYDRA scientists had already injected me with the supersoldier serum when they'd had me in their labs before. Steve saved me, but it was already too late. I didn't realize anything was different until I wasn't able to die. Their scientists picked me up, erased my mind, and crafted this to replace what had been my arm. It's bio-organic. Indestructible. It's fused into my body so it can't be removed without killing me. I can flip a tank with it. Tear through steel. Rip a man in half. Whatever they need. They called me The Fist of HYDRA. My call name was Winter Soldier or just The Soldier. Everyone knew me. I never knew anyone unless they were a part of a mission. I don't age like normal people. I don't get sick. I don't remember much of my life yet, but it's coming back. In pieces. Flashes. I'm glad I was a good memory for you. I wasn't for too many people to count. Now? I'm a guy who does small repairs. Everything alright in your apartment?"