Snatching up his case, Tony makes a face at Bucky. “How do you know you don’t want it until you see it?” Tony asks, following Bucky into the kitchen. Penny is quick to take up the rear, ignoring Tony the way that Tony is ignoring her. He hasn’t gotten out the Purell at least, so that’s a plus. It leaves Bruce and Steve alone and the determined, but bashful blond removes Bucky’s shirt and sits on the couch so that the doctor can take the samples he needs or poke and prod him.
He’s been through it all before, though he has to admit that he’s not really minding being shirtless right now. No one is looking at him with pity. He appears normal for once and that’s a big deal. For the moment, he keeps his questions about Bruce to himself. Something here isn’t right. He just doesn’t know how to bring it up respectfully.
Tony, however, is the epitome of lack of respect. He shoves things aside on the counter and pops open the case to reveal what appears to be the Terminator’s severed arm. It’s strangely perfect, if metallic, representation of an arm. “Don’t say a word. Let me show you.” He picks up a small, white metal band-aid shaped device and then undoes his shirt. “Don’t get too excited,” he teases, and sticks the white metal device to his shoulder. Two minutes later and that metal arm moves, fingers curling and uncurling as Tony’s own hand does.
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Snatching up his case, Tony makes a face at Bucky. “How do you know you don’t want it until you see it?” Tony asks, following Bucky into the kitchen. Penny is quick to take up the rear, ignoring Tony the way that Tony is ignoring her. He hasn’t gotten out the Purell at least, so that’s a plus. It leaves Bruce and Steve alone and the determined, but bashful blond removes Bucky’s shirt and sits on the couch so that the doctor can take the samples he needs or poke and prod him.
He’s been through it all before, though he has to admit that he’s not really minding being shirtless right now. No one is looking at him with pity. He appears normal for once and that’s a big deal. For the moment, he keeps his questions about Bruce to himself. Something here isn’t right. He just doesn’t know how to bring it up respectfully.
Tony, however, is the epitome of lack of respect. He shoves things aside on the counter and pops open the case to reveal what appears to be the Terminator’s severed arm. It’s strangely perfect, if metallic, representation of an arm. “Don’t say a word. Let me show you.” He picks up a small, white metal band-aid shaped device and then undoes his shirt. “Don’t get too excited,” he teases, and sticks the white metal device to his shoulder. Two minutes later and that metal arm moves, fingers curling and uncurling as Tony’s own hand does.