[ Maybe it isn't weird here, where cybernetics seem to be fashionable, but Bucky lost his arm in 1945, and his first prosthetic was top secret tech stolen from British research. He learned a long time ago to wear gloves and long sleeves in public, how to ignore how damn hot it could be.
But that isn't what he thinks about. He doesn't think much at all, except about how to stop the monster in the alleyway from getting where it could get ugly. So he yanks off his left hand glove, revealing a metallic glint, and then charges at the monster, grabbing it, his hand like a claw.
Keeping an eye on Diana, as best he can in the snapping chaos, he sends a pulse of electricity through the creature, sending little ribbons of electricity up and down its spine. They hadn't removed that feature after all. ]
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But that isn't what he thinks about. He doesn't think much at all, except about how to stop the monster in the alleyway from getting where it could get ugly. So he yanks off his left hand glove, revealing a metallic glint, and then charges at the monster, grabbing it, his hand like a claw.
Keeping an eye on Diana, as best he can in the snapping chaos, he sends a pulse of electricity through the creature, sending little ribbons of electricity up and down its spine. They hadn't removed that feature after all. ]
Hnnn.
[ A wordless noise escapes his lips. ]