ever marching as to war

"Nah, it's just..." says Bucky, rolling his left shoulder back. The mobility is about the same, but Fury's guys had been working with considerably more sophisticated materials than whatever the hell this thing's made of. With a muffled grunt, Bucky moves to remove the arm, sliding it up and off in a jumble of clicks; holding it aloft when he's done, he's sure to keep the steam facing away from his body.

"Heavy."