"I didn't exactly have a lot of choice about not letting people fix it - the only ones who knew how were the ones I was running from." Bucky shrugged. It was something that had worried him - what the hell he would do if the damn arm ever started malfunctioning. But his life after leaving HYDRA had been pretty much an endless string of 'I'll deal with it when it happens'.

"I wonder if the ship people could hide mine like yours." Bucky wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the idea. The arm was an indelible mark of what HYDRA had done to him, but it was also a part of him now. Part of who he was, the new identity he was building for himself out of the shattered remnants of the real Bucky Barnes.