Even if the nurse or doctor wouldn't be able to stop Tony from getting up, Bucky would. He set his metal hand on Tony's shoulder, so he'd be sure to know who was holding him down even without seeing him, and pushed him right back onto the bed.
"You need to listen to the doctors, you just have a serious operation. I get it, you're scared, you want to find a solution, but that can wait. Jesus, Tony, you could probably learn braille in about ten minutes and carry on like you never stopped."
Sure, it would slow him down for a bit, but Bucky didn't see that this would stop Tony completely. He would learn braille, FRIDAY would be programmed to assist better with voice commands, he'd easily learn how to tell the difference between different tools with just touch. No way that a genius like Stark would ever let something like this slow him down.
As long as he had his mind, he was okay. He would be okay.
“What else can you do for me?” Tony wasn’t just directing this at the doctor, or at James. He wasn’t quite shouting either but he really felt like he was going to start at any moment. “Can you answer that?”
“The brain is a remarkable thing, Mr. Stark—”
Tony couldn’t listen to that. He was doing his best not to freak out here, but he was losing his cool rapidly, like water moving into a rolling boil. “He him out of here, James,” Tony asked, pleaded really. “I can’t handle idiots right now.”
And maybe he was an idiot himself this time but it didn’t change the fact that he needed to grieve a little bit. And he really needed someone to actually take his fears seriously and not have him just wait and see.
The pun wasn’t as amusing as it might have otherwise been.
It was half order and half request, before the weight of Bucky's metal arm disappeared and he turned to face the assembled medical staff. Tony might not be able to see what was going on, but he would surely be able to picture the scene in his mind. Bucky's amazing talent for looking terrifying as all hell without altering his facial expressions at all, a quiet 'request' for them to get out, and the scrambling of footsteps.
Only when they were alone again did Bucky come back and sit on the edge of the bed, making it dip under his weight.
It wasn’t until they got home to the mansion on Long Island thst Tony realized how decistatinf this suddenly was. He thought he knew the rooms, the layout, but all he knew how to do was bump into something or other. It was instantly frustrating. Especially because his sight hasn’t yet indicated that it might come back one day. If everyone was lucky. The doctors didn’t give a prognosis either,
But Bucky? Bucky was wonderful. And in a way that made things a hundred times worse. He was put to bed and had everything he could ever want fetched for him but that didn’t change a thing.
“You’ve got better things to do than look after an old blind man,” Tony grinned, eyes unfocused to the left of where Bucky was standing. “We could watch Netflix and you could tell me how hot everyone is on a sliding scale?”
Bucky wasn't the best at his own emotions, but he knew how to read other people and he was done with this fake grin of Tony's, done watching him pretend like none of this was getting to him, like his pride would make him explode if he admitted for even a second that he needed help.
"Right now, you're gonna cut the bullshit. I have nothing I'd rather do than be with you, told you that I loved you and that ain't gonna change. But this is a big change for you; you're pissed, you're scared, and you need to own that."
He hesitated, a hint of rueful amusement entering his voice. "Trust me, I speak from experience."
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"You need to listen to the doctors, you just have a serious operation. I get it, you're scared, you want to find a solution, but that can wait. Jesus, Tony, you could probably learn braille in about ten minutes and carry on like you never stopped."
Sure, it would slow him down for a bit, but Bucky didn't see that this would stop Tony completely. He would learn braille, FRIDAY would be programmed to assist better with voice commands, he'd easily learn how to tell the difference between different tools with just touch. No way that a genius like Stark would ever let something like this slow him down.
As long as he had his mind, he was okay. He would be okay.
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“What else can you do for me?” Tony wasn’t just directing this at the doctor, or at James. He wasn’t quite shouting either but he really felt like he was going to start at any moment. “Can you answer that?”
“The brain is a remarkable thing, Mr. Stark—”
Tony couldn’t listen to that. He was doing his best not to freak out here, but he was losing his cool rapidly, like water moving into a rolling boil. “He him out of here, James,” Tony asked, pleaded really. “I can’t handle idiots right now.”
And maybe he was an idiot himself this time but it didn’t change the fact that he needed to grieve a little bit. And he really needed someone to actually take his fears seriously and not have him just wait and see.
The pun wasn’t as amusing as it might have otherwise been.
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It was half order and half request, before the weight of Bucky's metal arm disappeared and he turned to face the assembled medical staff. Tony might not be able to see what was going on, but he would surely be able to picture the scene in his mind. Bucky's amazing talent for looking terrifying as all hell without altering his facial expressions at all, a quiet 'request' for them to get out, and the scrambling of footsteps.
Only when they were alone again did Bucky come back and sit on the edge of the bed, making it dip under his weight.
"...I'm here."
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But Bucky? Bucky was wonderful. And in a way that made things a hundred times worse. He was put to bed and had everything he could ever want fetched for him but that didn’t change a thing.
“You’ve got better things to do than look after an old blind man,” Tony grinned, eyes unfocused to the left of where Bucky was standing. “We could watch Netflix and you could tell me how hot everyone is on a sliding scale?”
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Bucky wasn't the best at his own emotions, but he knew how to read other people and he was done with this fake grin of Tony's, done watching him pretend like none of this was getting to him, like his pride would make him explode if he admitted for even a second that he needed help.
"Right now, you're gonna cut the bullshit. I have nothing I'd rather do than be with you, told you that I loved you and that ain't gonna change. But this is a big change for you; you're pissed, you're scared, and you need to own that."
He hesitated, a hint of rueful amusement entering his voice. "Trust me, I speak from experience."