bucky sat on a bench outside of the security building, coffee and sarg sat next to his feet. his arm had felt heavyย all day despite the material being light, he was sure he felt it sparking earlier, too. dislodging it from his shoulder, he admired it in his lap with his free hand, a loud sigh leaving his lips as he did so. hearing someone approach him, he shuffled awkwardly, sarg moving to stand in front of him protectively.ย โuh โ sorry. just gotta yโknow, oil the metal work or whatever they say.โ his words were obviously bashful, eyes stuck on his prosthetic.
vidar had never once thought that he would go back to SHIELD , especially after what happened to his youngest child and yet he ended up going back after swearing that he would never go back to that lifestyle. but this lifestyle is all that the bjork-thorson knew. he was thrown into the military at a young age and once he got out he threw himself into SHEILD because it was the closest he could get to familiarity.ย โ he used to like me ,ย โ vidar chuckled , playing it off as a joke. it was always nice to see buckyย ,ย despite the little punch in the gut that bucky got his happiness and vidar was still... vidar. still lonely as ever and still going through his own personal hell after what happened to his youngest.ย โ well , not everyone can say that they have to grease their arm. very cool.ย โย
