BUCKY'S POV
"Hey, Buck!" said Shuri as soon as she appeared on the screen of my laptop. "Sup?"
"Hello, Shuri. I need your help. I think I need a new arm. This one is no longer flexible."
"Well, I won't be able to make you another arm because I am needed in the kingdom. The place has been a mess since everyone came back."
"Oh"
"But I can ask Pepper to send someone from Stark Industries to fix your arm."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I am sure she won't mind sending someone."
"Okay, thanks. Bye"
"Bye"
2 DAYS LATER
I was looking at some pictures of Steve and me while eating a tub of ice-cream. Again. Ever since his death, this has been my usual activity when I am not sleeping, talking to Shuri over some sort of new technology called the laptop, drinking in a bar which had been there since I was young or going for my therapy sessions. Yes, I didn't work. I got money from the unemployment department.
Yeah so, as I was saying, I was doing my favourite passtime activity when the bell rang.
When I opened the door I saw a boy
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AGE IS JUST A NUMBER
FanfictionWill Bucky be able to adjust to today's world and overcome the depression he got from his Winter Soldier memories? Read on to find out.
