And Thanos made sure, she says, and something else kicks in Bucky’s chest at that particular parallel. He doesn’t know all the details of Gamora’s capabilities, but she’s dropped enough casual reference to her brutal training and enhancements by Thanos. They’ve both been forged into the things they are now. Metal grafted, mechanical replacements, augmentations, improvements. A sharpened weapon of a person trained by people who don’t care about them.
His mouth opens, closes, swallows the words sitting on his tongue. There’s something he almost wants to express, but they don’t know each other well enough and he’s just not good enough at putting the words together to manage it eloquently. Steve had been the one with the speeches. Sam was good with the speeches. Bucky, he tended to speak through action.
So all he says is, “Alright,” and then opens the door for her. Watches as Gamora slinks out into the forest, light on her feet, sword in hand. He watches her go and then returns to his errands.
He busies himself with what he can do to stay useful: wolfs down the soup, rinses out the bowl, then heads outside to chop more firewood for the evening. Whenever she eventually returns with her kill, she’ll hear that relentless, monotonous metal thwock guiding her back, as steady as a metronome.
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His mouth opens, closes, swallows the words sitting on his tongue. There’s something he almost wants to express, but they don’t know each other well enough and he’s just not good enough at putting the words together to manage it eloquently. Steve had been the one with the speeches. Sam was good with the speeches. Bucky, he tended to speak through action.
So all he says is, “Alright,” and then opens the door for her. Watches as Gamora slinks out into the forest, light on her feet, sword in hand. He watches her go and then returns to his errands.
He busies himself with what he can do to stay useful: wolfs down the soup, rinses out the bowl, then heads outside to chop more firewood for the evening. Whenever she eventually returns with her kill, she’ll hear that relentless, monotonous metal thwock guiding her back, as steady as a metronome.