Ill-Thought
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He frowned lightly, twitching again lightly. “Huh.” he said softly. “Yeah.. Please uh.. help.” he muttered, looking over at the other, knowing it was killing him not to help.
“Oh thank god.” He immediately released his cufflinks, his whole body and attention swiveling as his hands went for the one that Bucky was using to abuse himself with so he could pluck the tool out of his fingers. Looking down was definitely not as bad as he was worried it might be, thankfully, and he caught his wrist in one hand to bright the damaged gear up so he could look at it better.
“So what, exactly, were you trying to do here?”
He let the man do this, knowing that there was no way of stopping him now, anyways. So he watched, quietly, as Tony made it look so much easier by just holding the tool he’d held just seconds ago. “Uh. I can’t move the thumb properly, it’s like something’s stuck.” he answered quietly, looking at the other. “Thought I could fix it, since I didn’t want you to have to handle this.”




















