Characters Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes Fandoms: MCU Summary: AU of Civil War. Tony's tasked with fixing the Winter Soldier and keeping custody of him at the same time.
Annoyingly reasonable...? The Soldier can't remember ever being referred to as reasonable and for a brief second, genuine surprise flutters across his face before it settles back into that usual mask-like expression.
It becomes apparent that Stark will need to be monitored to make sure he's eating and drinking enough. The Soldier settles down for the long haul as the other man finally gets some sustenance in him...although he insists on multi-tasking, eating and drinking and talking. A lot. As always. It's probably the most consistent thing about Stark, how once he opens his mouth it's like he can't stop, as if the other option of silence is generally uncomfortable.
At first he means to stand behind Stark. But Stark looks like he plans to settle in for the long haul with his stream of thought and maybe it would be better to sit so Stark doesn't have to keep glancing over his shoulder and craning his head to keep checking for any changes in his facial expressions. Moving to Stark's right, the Soldier reaches over and grabs an overturned oil drum, bringing it closer so he can sit more or less next to the other man, almost close enough that they could bump into each other if Stark shifts or the Soldier's knees spread a little.
Gazing at the holo display twinkling before them, each glittering line of paneling and pistons and servos and other parts he doesn't know the names of slowly rotating in the air, the Winter Soldier patiently listens, trying to absorb what he understands and what he doesn't, he memorizes and file away, just in case. He understands what vibranium is: same make as Steve Rogers' shield, in such limited qualities that HYDRA hadn't been able to acquire any for the inferior titanium of the current prosthetic. It's not something to just hand out to a potential hostile, especially one who had stabbed him in the leg with a scalpel, and yet Stark just...does. Doesn't think twice about it. Just throws it out there as if money is no issue, acquiring one of the rarest metals on Earth isn't an issue.
The Soldier waits until there's a gap, until even Stark has to pause for breath. Surprisingly, he's raised a good point that the Soldier's never really thought of before: there's always a level of low-grade pain throbbing and ebbing from where the prosthetic's docking socket is embedded into flesh and muscle and bone. Sometimes it spikes; hurts enough to hitch his breath and bead sweat against suddenly clammy skin.
And here Stark is saying it could be different. Maybe...it wouldn't be betraying HYDRA if it meant his combat readiness was improved...?
"So you're saying the new prosthetic will minimize those symptoms," the Soldier says slowly, his dark head canting, unconsciously reaching up to tuck a few loose strands of hair from where they've slipped into his face back to rest behind his ear. He believes that he's parsed out what he considers the most immediately relevant part of the conversation. "The vibranium should be lighter. And your redesigned arm will have the same functionality, more or less. When can it be ready?"
For the Soldier, it's downright conversational, even if he comes off as terse and borderline silent compared to Stark.
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It becomes apparent that Stark will need to be monitored to make sure he's eating and drinking enough. The Soldier settles down for the long haul as the other man finally gets some sustenance in him...although he insists on multi-tasking, eating and drinking and talking. A lot. As always. It's probably the most consistent thing about Stark, how once he opens his mouth it's like he can't stop, as if the other option of silence is generally uncomfortable.
At first he means to stand behind Stark. But Stark looks like he plans to settle in for the long haul with his stream of thought and maybe it would be better to sit so Stark doesn't have to keep glancing over his shoulder and craning his head to keep checking for any changes in his facial expressions. Moving to Stark's right, the Soldier reaches over and grabs an overturned oil drum, bringing it closer so he can sit more or less next to the other man, almost close enough that they could bump into each other if Stark shifts or the Soldier's knees spread a little.
Gazing at the holo display twinkling before them, each glittering line of paneling and pistons and servos and other parts he doesn't know the names of slowly rotating in the air, the Winter Soldier patiently listens, trying to absorb what he understands and what he doesn't, he memorizes and file away, just in case. He understands what vibranium is: same make as Steve Rogers' shield, in such limited qualities that HYDRA hadn't been able to acquire any for the inferior titanium of the current prosthetic. It's not something to just hand out to a potential hostile, especially one who had stabbed him in the leg with a scalpel, and yet Stark just...does. Doesn't think twice about it. Just throws it out there as if money is no issue, acquiring one of the rarest metals on Earth isn't an issue.
The Soldier waits until there's a gap, until even Stark has to pause for breath. Surprisingly, he's raised a good point that the Soldier's never really thought of before: there's always a level of low-grade pain throbbing and ebbing from where the prosthetic's docking socket is embedded into flesh and muscle and bone. Sometimes it spikes; hurts enough to hitch his breath and bead sweat against suddenly clammy skin.
And here Stark is saying it could be different. Maybe...it wouldn't be betraying HYDRA if it meant his combat readiness was improved...?
"So you're saying the new prosthetic will minimize those symptoms," the Soldier says slowly, his dark head canting, unconsciously reaching up to tuck a few loose strands of hair from where they've slipped into his face back to rest behind his ear. He believes that he's parsed out what he considers the most immediately relevant part of the conversation. "The vibranium should be lighter. And your redesigned arm will have the same functionality, more or less. When can it be ready?"
For the Soldier, it's downright conversational, even if he comes off as terse and borderline silent compared to Stark.