Bucky sighed. Slowly, he rose to his feet and paced around the room, taking it all in. The colors. The two beds. It was as if the hotel was mocking him that Steve wasn't there beside him. He really hated it. He knew he couldn't lose his composure, especially after what happened with Stark, but he really hated it all the same.
The man there with him was one that he didn't know, wasn't even sure he could trust, but it was better than being alone. Wasn't it? He'd been on his own for so long that he wasn't sure he knew how to deal with anything else.
Looking over to Loki, he nodded his head slowly. "I... I have them, but they're a bit rusty," he said with an awkward smile. He watched as Loki lifted his hand to shake. Bucky did hesitate, before reaching his metal hand out and shaking Loki's. He made sure to keep his grip gentle and not squeeze too tightly, not wanting to hurt the man in front of him. Metal or not, it was better than being one handed. Bucky really didn't care too much anymore, long since passed the point of missing his own arm.
"I..." He paused. "I'm James Barnes. People call me Bucky. It's a nickname."
Re: Bucky and Loki
The man there with him was one that he didn't know, wasn't even sure he could trust, but it was better than being alone. Wasn't it? He'd been on his own for so long that he wasn't sure he knew how to deal with anything else.
Looking over to Loki, he nodded his head slowly. "I... I have them, but they're a bit rusty," he said with an awkward smile. He watched as Loki lifted his hand to shake. Bucky did hesitate, before reaching his metal hand out and shaking Loki's. He made sure to keep his grip gentle and not squeeze too tightly, not wanting to hurt the man in front of him. Metal or not, it was better than being one handed. Bucky really didn't care too much anymore, long since passed the point of missing his own arm.
"I..." He paused. "I'm James Barnes. People call me Bucky. It's a nickname."