Much Needed Repairs {Tony + Bucky}
Something akin to a grocery list of tools was forming in his head; wire- metal grade, servo, enamel paint. Tony turned for his bench, shuffling through drawers and pulling out what he needed. He harassed Dum-E to grab what he could not currently reach at this workbench, âGet to it, donât just stand there and stare at me.â To which the bot seemed to perk up then droop, âlookingâ at Bucky until Tonyâs hand caught him and turned his attention back; âIâm talking to you idiot. Pliers, copper grade wire, got it?.â Dum-E nodded. The engineer motioned him away and shook his head, muttering something about unreliability.Â
"Working well and being efficient are not the same thing.â half scolding, as he crossed the room again, talking with his hands waving about in the air. Running with the team required peak physical performance, for Tony that meant constant upgrading, he always had to be on the cutting edge of technology. Much of what people said couldnât be done, was accomplished in this garage. âPunching things really hard and lifting a bus doesnât cut it with the Avengers.â He was now a part of the team right? Or at least he had hung around Cap enough to be considered.Â
"Weâll keep it pretty traditional, you can still punch things really hard if you want to, but weâre uppin the anti." Tony gave a curt nod, as if heâd already made that decision for him. Dum-E was trailing him back to the desk, nudging him in the back with a claw full of supplies. They exchanged tools for a rewarding pat, short enough that youâd really have to search for it to notice that Tony treated his robots more like puppies.Â
"Iâm thinking you have enough room in the lower forearm for a few knives.."Â
A brow arched as Tony began to talk to one of the various bots, which he never took the time to look at properly before now. He had no idea what Dum-E actually did, but judging from the name, James decided it must not be the brightest of the bunch. However, it was clearly reliable enough to get what was asked, or at least he assumed so, since Tony had entrusted âŠit? To find what was required. It was a little strange to see something like that move around, containing some intelligence. Not surprising, nothing seemed to genuinely surprise him anymore.
âBut you need to remember this is my arm too, not just a weaponâ, he calmly reminded, metallic fingers extending. There was the concern that with all these upgrades that Tony was already imagining, judging by the way he could practically hear the engineerâs brain ticking over from here, the arm would become too heavy. Inflexible. While the Starks were excellent with sleek design, this was something of HYDRA making, with upgrades over a number of centuries. It was bulky enough as it was, although James had adjusted to the weight over time. Was it possible to have those additions without making the whole prosthetic difficult to use?
âI couldnât say, I have no idea whatâs in thereâ.
