Avengers with random plots

THAT DAMN FURRRR FACE!

As I sit here, staring at my now empty left sleeve, I can't help but feel a sense of hopelessness wash over me. How did it come to this? How did I, Bucky Barnes, lose my most prized possession - my vibranium arm? And the worst part - it wasn't even a human who took it from me. It was a damn raccoon.

Let me take you back to that fateful day, the day everything changed for me. I was on a mission with my fellow Avengers, trying to stop Thanos and his army from destroying the universe. We had a plan, we thought we were prepared for everything. But in the midst of the chaos, Rocket Raccoon, a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy, appeared out of nowhere. And before I knew it, he had his eyes set on my vibranium arm.

At first, I didn't take him seriously. I mean, how dangerous could a raccoon be? But as soon as he started attacking me, I realized that I was up against a skilled fighter. And to my horror, he not only managed to disarm me, but he also had the audacity to steal my arm right off my body.

As I lay on the ground, with my arm missing and my team engaged in a fierce battle, I couldn't help but feel defeated. My arm wasn't just a piece of metal to me. It was a part of me, a reminder of my past and the struggles I had gone through. It represented my journey of redemption and was a symbol of my strength. And now, it was gone.

But what hurt the most was not the physical loss of my arm, but the emotional one. The shock and betrayal I felt when Rocket stole it from me was indescribable. He didn't know the significance of that arm to me, but still, he ripped it away without a second thought.

As I later found out, Rocket had taken my arm for a very selfish reason. He wanted to sell it to the highest bidder in the black market. And what was worse, he succeeded. My arm was now in the hands of some unknown enemy, and there was no way I could get it back.

I felt lost without my arm. It was as if a part of me was missing. I couldn't fight as effectively as I could before, and it affected my confidence. I had to rely on a regular prosthetic for a while, which felt like a cruel joke. The vibranium arm was the only thing that made me feel human again, and now it was gone.

But perhaps the most depressing part of this story is what happened to Rocket. After I got my arm back from whoever he sold it to, I confronted him. And even though I wanted to be angry and seek revenge, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I saw the desperation in his eyes, the need to survive and provide for his family. I understood that all too well. So, I let him go without a fight.

Losing my vibranium arm was a wake-up call for me. It made me realize that even the strongest of us can be brought down to our knees. But what matters is how we rise from it. I may have lost my arm, but I gained a new understanding of the value of life and friendship. And no amount of vibranium could ever replace that.

So, if you ever see me with a sad look on my face as I stare at my metal arm, know that it's not just a piece of metal to me. It's a reminder of a moment in my life that changed me forever. And a reminder to appreciate what I have before it's taken from me once again.