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   this was, more than likely, not the smartest move to make. there was definitely history there between them, none of it remotely good, but stark was a familiar face and bucky knew it was better for them to all work together in these circumstances. he didn’t buy a word of what was being said. not that he was going to say a damn thing about it, best to let tony think he bought the words. “never gets any easier, coming out of the ice no matter how many times i’ve done it over the decades.” he glances down at the hidden metal arm, holding back a frown. it was the old one, of course. the one that held too many reminders, too many harsh memories. “actually, you were just the person i wanted to find.” and there it was, bucky attempting to offer up an olive branch between them both. “think you could look at my arm, tinker with it a bit?? it’s feeling a bit... off.”

     ever since he’d been freed from the confines of hydra, bucky had been more on edge that he normally was. paranoid, constantly looking over his shoulder in fear that they’d drag him right back to the hell he had done for most of his life. nothing seemed to help, sleep barely came to him and when it did, it tended to be fleeting and full of nightmares. not to mention the whole fucked up timeline and the fact that he should likely be dead right now, considering the last memory bucky had. he’s so lost in thought, so lost in the pacing that he almost didn’t feel the hand grabbing his own. pausing, bucky registers the words, gaze flickering up towards sam as he comes to a stop, faltering as his eyes drop down to their intertwined hands. “i -- i don’t know.” his voice cracks a bit, all of those emotions he’d been trying to hold back threatening to drag him down. bucky shakes his head, clinging to the hand in his own like it was the only lifeline he had in his life right now. “i feel like... i’m being selfish. fucking with the timeline by being here right now. this isn’t right.”

      he’s not overly used to asking for help, or even accepting it even when it’s offered, but there’s a relief in having her support now. holding him up even when bucky feels like he’s going to collapse on his feet. it would take a little bit for him to regain his strength enough to walk out of this place. protests die on the tip of his tongue, breathing out a soft sigh instead. there is no doubt within his mind that daisy had handled everything already, given him that much needed time to recoup and fully come back to himself. “good to be back,” he manages with a faint smile. and it was, truly. if his memories were anything to go by, he should even be here right now. “you’re kidding me, right?? please tell me you are kidding.” there’s a pause as bucky manages to hold himself up, slowly feeling himself gaining that strength once more. “hell, i shouldn’t even be surprised. what’s the year right now??”

    it hadn’t taken too long for bucky to be fully caught up to speed on everything that had happened since he’d been snapped, or what had transpired and brought them all back to this period. taking it all in was another thing entirely, however. paired with the paranoia he was currently feeling about hydra and the new space robot arrivals, and bucky was certainly on edge. despite alcohol not doing much to his system, it was something familiar. something he could lean on, focus on for a few moments to clear his already racing mind. “guessing you’re having as rough as a time??” he likely didn’t even have to ask, but it was difficult to ignore the very obvious and familiar man right now. 

    he’s not quite sure how to feel even as his gaze lingers outside the window. bucky already felt uneasy, and being watched by whatever those things were outside was hardly helping his paranoia currently. he was anxious, too anxious, at the thought that hydra was likely trying to track down where their most valuable asset had gone to. the last thing bucky wanted to do was bring more trouble for everyone else, especially considering they were already dealing with so much. sighing softly, he finally turned away from the window, moving to settle down back onto the couch rather than pace back and forth like he desperately wanted to. he didn’t want to worry steve even more than he likely already was at the moment. “you know, the best thing ‘bout that new arm i had was the red star just being... gone.” it’s just a memory of all the bad -- all the horrible things he’d bene forced to do at the hands of hydra and the soviets. “can’t say i was really missing it.” // @starspangledman​

        everything seems to all happen at once. at one point there is nothingness -- an unconscious blackness before it’s all fading away, awareness slowly beginning to rise. there’s a soft gasp as he slowly comes to, body faltering as he feels his legs slowly giving out, unable to hold himself up in that moment. it takes another few moments for bucky to fully process everything else. the memories rushing back, the battle against thanos and everything fading not too long after. breathing out, both flesh and metal hand resting atop the ground, his head slowly lifts up as his gaze lands onto daisy. “yeah, i’m -- me,” he croaks out. fuck, what was going on?? this is how he always felt coming out of cryo, uncertain and confused. “what the hell is going on, johnson??”