Bucky frowned. The words sounded familiar. He felt like, peripherally, he should know what that was. Cybernetic. He stared down at his arm. To be fair, he'd never really given it much thought. Instead, he'd just adjusted his gait to compensate for the weight differential from side to side. The science behind the arm was something he never contemplated.
Dark eyes glance up at the young man in front of him. Bucky notices his fascination with the arm and it makes him feel awkward. "It is a real hand?" Frowning, he raised his hand, flexing the fingers. "Uh, I am from, uh..." He blinked at Peter. "It was 2016. I... I was running."
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Bucky frowned. The words sounded familiar. He felt like, peripherally, he should know what that was. Cybernetic. He stared down at his arm. To be fair, he'd never really given it much thought. Instead, he'd just adjusted his gait to compensate for the weight differential from side to side. The science behind the arm was something he never contemplated.
Dark eyes glance up at the young man in front of him. Bucky notices his fascination with the arm and it makes him feel awkward. "It is a real hand?" Frowning, he raised his hand, flexing the fingers. "Uh, I am from, uh..." He blinked at Peter. "It was 2016. I... I was running."