“Kling— You’re such a nerd. Wow. No. It’s like a lunch lady hair let that can read the electrical movements of your brain and translate that to the motorized function in the arm so it will move the way you want it to.” Tony acted as if that explanation was any less nerdy, scoffing at the weird cultural reference. Was Bucky even old enough to know what the Real Star Trek was? Doubtful.

He hoisted himself off of the couch and dropped the surprisingly light arm into Bucky’s lap.

“Eventually, this would become part of you. The net can be implanted under the skin. The arm will rotate into a socket in your shoulder— I’ve always wanted a cyborg friend.”

It didn’t really occur to him that his words could be so frightening. That said, he still tried to handwave away the medical issues that would come if Bucky wanted the limb to be permanent.

“For right now, you get a hair net and a sling. As long as you’re not trying to lift anything too heavy for the sling, should work decently enough. I can eat soup with it. Barely any third degree burns.”