“We started with one,” Bucky complained, looking at his arm mournfully, “And it said WWII Vet.” He looked up at you, deadpanned, “And now there’s seven.” He waved his flesh hand at his metal arm, specifically the multiple magnets that now decorated it.
“This one’s just a kitten,” Bucky said in astonishment, “How does…why does that need to be…it’s my arm, not a refrigerator,” he pouted.
“It softens your image,” you joked, kissing his cheek and adding more magnets.
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Could you do #149 with Bucky please? Thank you so much :D
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