The White Wolf's New Life

The White Wolf and Thanksgiving pt. 2

As normal, Steve woke up to the birds singing and with a pair of eyes staring at him. But this time, he woke up to Harley staring at him. Bucky wasn't on the bed.

Steve's first thought was that Bucky had made his way downstairs to a find the pies but then he heard a laugh and the distinct sound of Bucky flapping his hand. He looked over and saw Bucky laying on the ground watching his tablet.

But Steve did notice he had taken off his metal arm.

"Sweet boy?" Steve tapped his knee.

Bucky looked at him then smiled. "Hi."

"Good morning, why are you on the floor?"

"Owie." He pointed to his shoulder.

"Another flare up. I guess it was bound to happen soon." Despite the vibranium arm being pretty much equal in weight to his flesh arm, Bucky's shoulder caused him pain. His shoulder and along the left side of his back were hot spots. Muscles and bones that never healed and Shuri explained that it could take months or years to correct that type of damage. On top of that, she explained that she wouldn't be surprised if Bucky had more pain when it got colder.

Steve checked his phone, low 50's throughout the day. He would probably leave the arm off for the day. Or the entire season.

"Okay, what do you want to do first? Take a bath or have breakfast?"

"Bath." Now Steve knew he was really hurting. Bucky always wanted to eat before a bath.

Steve got him bathed, he did notice the exposed skin of his shoulder was inflamed. Steve put a healing cream on it then covered it.

"What are you feeling for breakfast?"

"Pie."

"No, how about pancakes?"

"Waffles."

"Even better. Come on." They went downstairs. Steve let Harley outside then made waffles.

After they all ate and Bucky took a nap, Steve wrapped the two pies then got a few tuber ware bowls for leftovers.

Steve got dressed and got Bucky dressed. He was a long sleeve shirt and Steve felt a little nauseous when he saw his left sleeve hanging. Not a good reminder of what was missing.

Steve got a few bandanas just in case Bucky started to drool, he's due for another bad episode this week.

Once they had everything together, they got in the truck and headed to the facility.

They arrived a little less than an hour to spare before Tony started to spam him with calls. 

"We're here." Steve said, coming in from the elevator.

"Finally and he bought pie. I hope this is enough for everyone." Nat said.

"It better be."

"Hi sweetheart, where's your arm?"

"Owie." Bucky whined.

"It's hurting you? I thought it was suppose to help relieve some of the pressure."

"He has flare ups every now and then but now that it's getting colder, it getting worse."

"Shuri and Bruce know about this, right?"

"Shuri does, I'm not sure Bruce does. But if it gets to the point where he's whining and complaining about it hurting, I'll ask him for a medicine to put on it." Steve set the pies on the large dining table. The feast looked amazing, glazed ham and a well seasoned turkey stood out to him.