"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"
WEAPONS DONT WEEP. | @bobrvynolds
' all it does is get you killed. ' being gentle. in war, a man had to be indomitable. he had to spare no expense, and expect no mercy; a kindness afforded today was actionable retribution tomorrow. bucky wasn't so unaware as to pretend whatever delicate gossamer-thin parts of him had survived the utter decimation wrought unto him, that whatever new entity had spawned off the back of barnes' suffering had carried with it his tender regard for the world around him.
no, that was--long gone, as extinct as the child who'd briefly entertained the idea that pandemic conflict could be solved through pacifistic negotiations of peace, weapons cast aside, instead of bargained for at the end of a rifle muzzle and a trail of bloody corpses.
that kid would've balked to see who he'd become, what was left of him now. an empty shell, housing only ghosts and gore: the self-haunting monster. he would've clawed himself out of his own skin to truly understand the depravity of man as bucky did so intimately now. man was a practitioner, and war was his trade.
torsion in the prosthetic forearm results in a drinking glass simply erupting from bucky's hand, glass scattering across the carpet. he wants to apologize, sorry, i didn't mean to, i couldn't feel how hard i was pressing, the false arm has no nerves, but all of it gums up in his throat. he doesn't hear bob after that, lips parting around a ragged exhale. the amaro liqueur looks like a blood stain. it looks like...
' i think i should leave. '