BELIEVER // METAL PROSTHETIC LIMB FAILING

[vvintersoldier]

Oh, Bucky wanted to swear more about his current situation- the maine coon was pissed. He wasn't sure what happened to him exactly when he woke up in that ravine, but from what just happened, he assumed it took some numbers on his prosthetic limb. He also had no idea how long he had it, considering he has no memories to look back on. What the tom doesn't know is that he has had it for a few years, and the leg worked like a charm. The male managed to pull his gaze off of his prosthetic limb and onto August, a Snowbounder Bucky hasn't seen before. Bucky hasn't been that great social wise since the day he joined, so it wasn't surprising if there were people he didn't know coming over to investigate. At August's question, the maine coon tried to think. He looked through his head for any possible answers, how to reattach it, hoping he'd managed to find any sort of memory in his head. But his attempts were useless, no matter how deep he went into his head, nothing popped up. "I can't remember how it was attached," The tom said as his ears flattened to his skull, feeling frustration at his head and his lack of memories.

"You need a hand? Or a whole leg?"

Those words quickly grabbed Bucky's attention, his head snapping towards the striped beast with a frown on his maw. Buckingham was clearly upset about this, if he was in any better mood, he would find the comment funny. "Oh, that's fucking hilarious," The male said sarcastically, tufted ears flattening to his skull. It seemed like how Bucky took the comment managed to let a little more frustration off of his chest. But thankfully, not enough that he was about to full on snap at the tiger. He was still offering his help, after all. Did he really possibly out grow the limb? That might be the case, maybe his injury helped his metal prosthetic get worse, as if it just needed a push to fall off. "It might have to do with that, but I feel like my injury might have played a factor in it too," He said with a frown, wondering where he was going to get a new prosthetic limb. This one happened to be really, really nice. He wondered if it was even possible for him to find a new one like it.

Bucky's blue gaze would land on Killula next, who happened to be a fellow assassin. They were both probably unaware that they held a similar position- Bucky couldn't exactly remember it, and Bucky doesn't know anything about Killula. And once he remembers it, he probably won't be open about it. Who knows if they will know in the future then. "Yeah, it's not supposed to do that," He confirmed Killula's question, before his ears pricked up at the white tom's other questions. "You can call me Buckingham or Bucky," He said after a moment of thinking- he knew that some people might be confused regarding his name, but it didn't seem like anyone here approached him when he joined. He didn't have to explain that he decided to stick with one name instead of two. "I can't remember what exactly happened to me, I assume that I fell and hit my head, as gave me a bad case of amnesia." And he has bandages wrapped on his head from a wound, it would make sense if he lost memories due to head trauma.

He glanced over at Aizawa, but the male said no words to him. Aizawa said nothing to Bucky, so the male felt like he had no reason to speak up to him. He did notice how Aizawa studied him, and then onto his prosthetic limb. Hopefully his clan-mates can help him in his situation, but he has a feeling that his prosthetic limb won't be reattached anytime soon.