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*I have a tendency to try and pull off my metal arm during flashbacks**one day you come back to the avengers compound after a mission and can't find me anywhere, after about 10 minutes of searching you find me laying on the bathroom floor bleeding from my shoulder where my metal arm connects to my skin, muscles and nerves, I'm staring at the ceiling with glossy unfocused eyes as I mumble to myself quietly*
Bucky: asset... asset... asset...
*I mumble on repeat, I look exhausted and pale*
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