This is my very first shot at writing this sort of thing online, so apologies if it starts off as crap. I'll be sure to add any warnings ahead of time of each story. I may do fluff but no smut
Also, as is the traditional statement, I do not own any...
It's been a good awhile since I've done a proper Bucky one-shot. For this one, I thought I'd make so nobody died in Infinity War, and Rocket, who guest stars, becomes obsessed with getting Bucky's metal arm.
I also took some inspiration from the following head-cannons:
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Oh and I'm bringing back a certain furry character from from the Raising Money for Charity series too I wrote earlier in this book, which means the reader will have the same powers from said series.
"Oh yeah," a certain modified racoon snickers to himself as he sneaks up on a certain super soldier with a certain metal arm, a special tool ready to use to dismantle said arm, "Today is definitely the day I get that arm." Bucky in the meantime was sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying some breakfast and reading the morning newspaper.
"What do you think you're doing, Rocky?" you interrupt Rocket's antics right as he was about to drill into the base of Bucky's shoulder. Rocket flinched as Bucky turned in shock to see where the racoon was standing. "Uh, you had a loose screw on the elbow," Rocket provides for an excuse. "This thing doesn't come with screws," Bucky glares. "Okay, okay, fine," Rocket concedes, "So I was trying to get a good look at your arm up close, big deal." "It is a big deal when you make a habit of trying to 'get a good look' at my boyfriend's arm five times a day," you deadpan, "Seriously you and the Guardians are staying here for a couple more weeks, can't you find some other poor suckers to steal prosthetics from?"
"Hey I gaurentee I'll never find a quality arm like this from some other poor sap," Rocket retorts, "Besides just think of how much I could cash in with such a quality piece of hardware. Come on," Rocket tries to coax, "let's make a deal. You give me the arm, I sell it, and we'll split the profit 60/40, whadda ya say?" "I'll tell you the same thing when ask how much the gun was," Bucky answers, "Not for sale." "How about 50/50?" Rocket tries to sweeten the deal, Bucky still refused to waver, "40/60?" . "He said no Rocky," you interject, "Besides, the only reason you want the arm is so you can watch Buck here try and do stuff with just the one arm." "Okay one, my name is Rocket," Rocket sternly replies, "And two, come on, it's funny." he notices you and Bucky weren't laughing even though her was trying to keep from bursting, "Gee, it's like no one can take a joke around here." Rocket finally gives up and leaves.
