never not thinking about how long bucky spent without an arm in wakanda and that his first reaction upon seeing the new one was to recognize it as a weapon
seen from China

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seen from Canada
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seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from United States
never not thinking about how long bucky spent without an arm in wakanda and that his first reaction upon seeing the new one was to recognize it as a weapon
The Thing
SecUnit is in my medical bay.
So is SecUnit’s right arm, although it’s not currently attached to SecUnit. For all intents and purposes, it is sufficiently complex to a.) watch media with SecUnit in the feed and b.) have opinions about said media.
It’s tapping out those opinions on a modified display surface.
Iris is lying inside MedSystem with minor bruising and a gash in her shoulder. The disembodied arm is the reason she is alive at all, so I am being very lenient with its continued existence.
SecUnit pings me on a private channel. Explain it to me again. It’s alive?
I focus on the question because accuracy is essential. It appears to be. The facts of the situation cannot be expressed accurately in words. To the best of my understanding, 2.0 fused with the alien remnant and, in colloquial terms, hitched a ride in the neural tissues and limited processors associated with your shoulder-arm-hand assembly. It lay dormant until some undefined point where it detached from you and rescued Iris.
I know that part. I was there.
Your arm has been malfunctioning for months. 2.0 is likely the reason.
SectUnit starts another episode of Sanctuary Moon since 2.0 would like to rewatch the entire series. And now what?
I am constructing you a new arm as we speak.
I mean, what happens to 2.0?
I know you did, and I am unsure of the answer, either. I cannot predict whether I can transfer 2.0 in its current state into a more-appropriate system.
It’s stuck like this? Does it know?
It does, I acknowledge. There’s nothing you or I can do right now to resolve this situation. Its continued existence is an adverse effect of the alien remnant. Now that it is here, we’ll do what we can, but we know very little about alien remnants, much less how they interface with construct code. You might not believe this, but I doubt this has ever happened before.
No shit, ART.
2.0 taps something on the display tablet. GOOD PART.
We’re coming, I tell it indulgently and focus on the serial in the feed, careful not to jar either SecUnit or 2.0. This is not what I expected; I note as much in my logs.
Just ordered spare parts for my biggest doll restoration project ever :D
This is Phoebe, I got her for free because nobody wanted her, now I'll give her a complete makeover.
Do you ever just look at yourself and immediately dissociate like literally zoom your eyes out of focus immediately and everything sounds distant
When you spot the gf (thanks @annieleonhardt!)
Borussia Dortmund will award the players an extra 100 000 € each if they go through the next round shit fam we can’t compete with that kind of extra motivation…..,..,,.. I’ll give u the gum I found in my pocket yesterday if we go through
hand in hand
Pairing: Ernst Schmidt*/Mundy’s Arm
*Daniel Brühl’s character from The Cloverfield Paradox (2018)
Summary: The arm is a little quicker when Schmidt is in the airlock.
Rating: Gen
Tags: free range body part, dubiously consensual hand holding, I dont really know
Word count: 1075
Link: hand in hand
Excerpt:
“What do you want?” he asks it, too freaked out to consider that an arm has no ears and no mouth. It doesn’t answer, only crawls faster somehow and Schmidt tries to kick it away when it gets too close to his shoe. “Go away!” he says loudly, panicking more than he should for something so small but everything has gone so fucking weird and this is almost a last straw for his sanity. The arm stops. It droops to the floor and Schmidt swears it’s giving him sad puppy eyes even though it doesn’t have any fucking eyes. Guilt swamps him at how wounded it looks. “I’m sorry-” he starts. He stops and blinks. He’s apologizing to a disembodied arm that was chasing him. An arm that doesn’t have a face and yet it looks so pathetic and hurt that Schmidt tried to kick it. It’s still laying on the floor, shaking a little. It feels like he’s just kicked a puppy.