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Tony, though pissed off in the moment of the reveal, I think would understand (with time) to not blame Bucky as he had no control. My little guilt riddled old men could be friends in another universe :(
"You deserve so much better." Bucky could feel his blood start to boil as Steve shook his big blonde head, hands on his rightous hips like Bucky was a dog that had tracked in something stinky.
That something, in Steves mind, was Tony.
Tony, who had come to kill him. Tony, who hadnt been able to through with it when Bucky had spread his arms and closed his eyes, knowing justice was about to be served.
Tony, who had saved him instead, and who kept saving him every single day that Bucky woke up next to him, a little more in love than the day before.
"I know you dont get it." Bucky said quietly, and he squared up his broad shoulders. "There is no one better, Steve. And if there was, I would still chose Tony. Every time."
"You say the sweetest things." Tonys lazy drawl echoed through the wide, open kitchen of his rebuilt Malibu mansion. "Capsicle, if you're done besmirching my name, I think you can see yourself out."
The guy who animated this is Mistuo Iso, the same person who did most of the Asuka’s fight against the mass produced EVAs in End of Evangelion. People often assume that comedy scenes are easier to animate than more dramatic action but I always think of this scene as proof that interesting dynamic animation can be the thing that pushes a joke from serviceable to an all time classic.
Countdown to 2026: Dec 26 - winteriron / cyborg / ornament
BK-E32557038 (Model 03111917-JBB) woke, the digital core coming online before the analog brain had even begun to process the sensations he was experiencing.
A startup diagnostic ran automatically. It reported:
CRITICAL FAILURE: Loyalty chip damaged or missing
Mission deployment not authorized
Required action: Replace faulty chip immediately and reformat digital core
Recommended action: Reformat analog core, recommended voltage: maximum
MODULE AT OR BELOW MINIMUM OPERATING CAPACITY: Digital/analog network connection operating at 12.08%.
Minimum operating capacity: 50%
Modules affected: Physical reaction, physical memory retention, physical data processing, visual and aural recording
Mission deployment not authorized without administrative authorization
Recommended action: Repair digital/analog connectivity prior to mission deployment
BK-E32557038 consulted the mission log.
It was empty.
That was unusual enough to jolt the analog brain into a more wakeful state, and he opened his eyes.
He was in a laboratory, which was not out of the ordinary, especially considering the degradation in his neural connectivity. He must have been damaged and brought in for repairs. That explained the empty mission log, though usually during repairs there was a standby mission of compliance, with the head technician as the mission commander. But if the damage was extensive, they might have skipped over less vital portions of the protocol. Technicians were empowered to make such decisions.
It did not explain the nonfunctional loyalty chip. He should not have been able to awaken without a fully functional loyalty chip.
The laboratory was unfamiliar, which was unusual but precedented; sometimes BK-E32557038 was left in sleep mode for longer periods of time, and awakened to an updated or new location, or even a new owner.
He was lying on a gurney that had been raised to approximately one meter from the floor, a convenient height for technicians who needed to access his physical components. That was not out of the ordinary. He was not strapped down or otherwise restrained, and that was both unprecedented and alarming enough that adrenaline spiked, causing the digital core to authorize a release of calming drugs from the onboard biopac.
ALERT: Biopac pharmaceutical levels critically low or empty (Access complete report)
Mission deployment not recommended
Recommended action: Perform analog diagnostic and refill or replace pharmaceuticals as needed prior to mission deployment
The 'pac must have been out of the calming drugs entirely, as no relief followed the core's command.
He must have been very, very badly injured.
A person moved into his field of view. "Hey, you're awake!" it said.
It appeared to be at least 85% analog, pending examination of prostheses on hands, chest, and ear. BK-E32557038's digital core provided an 89.4% probability that the analog body was male, based on skeletal-muscular analysis, visible hair growth patterns, and vocal characteristics. Secondary analysis of clothing, hairstyle, and cultural norms for ornamentation associated with the language spoken provided a corroboration level of 63.2%.
"How are you feeling?" the man asked. He pulled a rolling chair closer to the gurney and sat. He was not dressed the way lab technicians usually dressed, but the familiarity and ease with which he moved in this space caused BK-E32557038 to tentatively register him as a technician anyway. His hair was dark, his eyes were the color of whiskey, his body was maintained at approximately 76% maximum capability, and his hands were dexterous and graceful. BK-E32557038's analog brain registered a sense of attraction.
"Diagnostics report multiple warnings and alerts," BK-E32557038 said. "My loyalty chip is nonfunctional; mission deployment is prohibited."
"Yeah," the technician said. "We're working on getting your core to chill out a little. How's the analog system doing? Any pain or discomfort?"
"Minimal," he reported, wondering why the technician would ask. "Musculature is fatigued from lack of movement."
The technician nodded. "We'll get you up and moving pretty soon, as soon as J is done cloning your core. You got a name?"
"BK-E32557038," he said slowly, even more confused. "Model 0311--"
"Yeah, that's too long, we're calling you Bucky now. Nice to meet you, Bucky. I'm Tony."
It was an absurd designation, but lacking any other, BK-E-- Bucky -- filed it in his memory bank, along with Tony's name.
Then Tony turned to enter something into a dumb terminal beside him, and Bucky spotted the softly glowing light behind his ear that indicated the presence of a digital core.
Tony, too, was a cyborg, not a human. But... he was acting like a human.
Which could only mean one thing. Now he understood why he'd woken up despite his nonfunctional loyalty chip. "This is part of the Resistance," Bucky said.
Tony glanced over at him and grinned. His teeth were sharp, and Bucky's analog brain registered an increase in the previously-noted attraction. "You're quick off the mark," Tony said admiringly. "Yeah. Welcome to New Jericho, Avenger compound."
lemon stealing whores are a huge issue separate from food stealing whores. there’s a whole documentary about whores stealing lemons from the trees of unsuspecting victims. you can see the first two minutes of it here.
