Marvel DSMP Crossover Short Stories (And I Mean Short)

Ponk and Bucky

The two people stood in awkward silence until Ponk finally spoke up.

"So, you lost your arm too?" Ponk asked, not making eye contact.

"Yeah." Bucky responded, looking straight forward. After a few more minutes of silence, Bucky asked, "How did it happen?"

"My best friend cut it off because I stole something from him." Ponk said, looking down at the floor.

"I fell off train and then I was brainwashed and tortured by a group of Nazis who gave me my arm." Bucky said, also looking at the floor.

"That's rough." Ponk said, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky nodded in agreement. "Sorry about your friend."

"Thanks." Ponk responded. The masked man then reached into his pocket and pulled out a ripe lemon, "Want a lemon? I grow them myself. Kinda a hobby of mine. My trees keep getting burned down though."

"Sure. Sorry 'bout your trees." Bucky said, taking the lemon.

"Eh it's okay." Ponk said with a shrug, "I'm over it."

Bucky fidgeted with the lemon before asking the question he had been dying to ask, "... Do you wanna switch arms?"

"Oh my god, YES." Ponk said. Bucky smiled and he could only assume Ponk was grinning under his mask as well.