Summary: Sam and Bucky have a talk about his arm.
"Cool, is that really your arm?"
Bucky froze where he stood, metal hand clenched around an apple. Little fingers poked at his arm before he could stop it. He looked down to see Sam standing on his tiptoes and clinging on his hip for balance. He kept running his free hand on his arm, babbling over how awesome it was.
"Can do like really cool stuff with it? Oh! Is it like Inspector Gadget's arm? Do you have to say stuff and have superhero junk pop out?"
"Uh…"
On the outside, Bucky switched the apple to his other hand. Sam took advantage of his now free hand and tugged at his arm. He kept saying something like 'go go gadget' or something. Inwardly, he was panicking. He didn't deal with kids and this was a very special kid.
Wilson was the one who was helping Bucky get a semblance of a life again. After the whole blast thing, Sam took calling Rogers 'Papa Steve'. Bucky tried to avoid the kid at every opportunity, not sure how to react to him.
Now, he had to deal with a inquisitive little boy who enjoyed asking questions and giving advice. Kid advice that everyone apparently found cute or helpful in the thunder god's case.
"Uh…listen, kid. The a-" Bucky found himself cut off with another tug and Sam wrapped his arms around his forearm.
"Call me Sam, . Papa Steve calls me Sammy sometimes."he said cheerfully.
Right. Okay. The situation was too uncomfortable for Bucky to correct Sam on not calling him that. He moved carefully towards the living room, Sam swinging from his arm like a energetic monkey. Rogers was so much better at this than him. He wanted the kid to scram, but he didn't want him to cry. Telling him to leave would probably make him.
"The arm isn't my superhero or 'go go gadget' whatever you said. Don't you have some toys to play with?"
Sam didn't let go of Bucky's arm, even as the assassin sat. He reached over his lap for the remote and surfed the channels until he found a documentary on vultures. He seemed fascinated by the arm and didn't see how uncomfortable Bucky was. He leaned back onto Bucky's chest, tracing the seams of the metal plates with both eyes on the television.
"Nope. I want to watch this. It's about vultures. Did you know vultures eat really dead things and it helps prevent diseases? Birds are awesome, like how your arm is awesome." Sam said, getting more comfortable in Bucky's lap.
Bucky wasn't sure what to say to that. Still, Sam wasn't talking now unless it was to tell him about some fact he learned. He surprised himself at how comfortable he was with having a warm body cuddled up to him. He relaxed and took a bite of his apple, letting Sam tell him about how vultures were cool and gush about his arm.
