Staring openly, now, Bucky's struck by a sudden thought.
"...did you make this, too?" he asks, lifting his mechanical shoulder to indicate his arm. Though he's discovered a handy little switch to make it look and feel no different from his own skin, he finds he likes the reminder that it isn't real. Maybe it'll jog his memories.
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"...did you make this, too?" he asks, lifting his mechanical shoulder to indicate his arm. Though he's discovered a handy little switch to make it look and feel no different from his own skin, he finds he likes the reminder that it isn't real. Maybe it'll jog his memories.