THISTLE AND WEEDS // OPEN, JOINER

[buckingham barnes]

[ thank you for the welcome !! ]

Unfortunately, Buckingham wasn't the creator of his prosthetic limb. Back when he was that asset, that horrible weapon, his handler ripped his leg off. He didn't fully understand why his handler did it, perhaps he disobeyed an order that deserved punishment or it gave pleasure to them. He couldn't exactly remember, it happened so long ago. His handler happened to give him the prosthetic limb he has now- otherwise back then, he wouldn't have been as useful to them. As much as Bucky wished he could just tear the limb off, throw it into the ocean and forget how much blood he spilled in the months- he couldn't. Not only does the leg remind Bucky of who he isn't suppose to be, he still has to defend himself if the time ever comes. While he'll try not to kill or harm people, if he joins a clan and enemies attack- he'll defend their lives and his own. He'll make good use out of the limb, use it in attempts to save others rather than stealing lives.

Buckingham thankfully didn't have to wait very long. His ears were pricked up the moment he called out, staying alert and trying to pick up any sound. Unfortunately, Bucky's sense of hearing wasn't as strong as it used to be, he could only pick up sounds from relatively nearby, or any loud, attention grabbing noises from far away. When Mama padded up to him, the male just caught on the sound of paw steps when the albino mountain lion spoke up to him. The former assassin looked over towards her, the male having to lift his head to settle his gaze on the larger feline.

Sunhaven, huh? Well, that name certainly sounded interesting, and it already sounded far more peaceful than his old home. His old home was constantly at war, whether it was them instigating it or not. They were always full of blood lust and gained satisfaction by the pain and misery from others. They always gave off this vibe that they were dangerous, and that you should stay away, but Buckingham stayed put for a very long time. Since leaving, Buckingham hasn't felt that vibe, and he didn't feel it here at all. "Hello, I am Buckingham Barnes- or Bucky, if you prefer. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to join...-" He began to introduce himself to Mama, before his voice trailed off as a younger voice made it's way to his ears.

Bucky tore his gaze off of Mama for a moment, light blue eyes landing Amnia. A child, he could practically see the excitement and curiosity in his eyes. Bucky wished he could go back to those days, when he was young and with his parents. He can almost vividly remember their faces, the smiles they always wore when they looked down at their only child. Those had been the good old days. He blinked a few times at Amnia's question, glancing at his metal limb for a moment. The maine coon looked back at Amnia, a hardly noticeable smile making it's way onto his maw. If they couldn't catch the smile, they'd surely notice the nostalgia and warm heartedness gleaming in his eyes. Bucky looked like he barely shows any emotion, but his eyes do the majority of the talking. Due to his past experiences as an asset, for the longest time, Bucky barely showed any emotion. Emotion hadn't been important to him to back then, as weapons weren't allowed to weep.

"Hello little one," He said with a swish of his tail, "No, they aren't- interesting question though." He kept his gaze locked on Amnia for a moment, before deciding to speak up one more time. "What's your name? I'm Bucky," He said to the child with a flick of his ear. Yeah, despite his murderous past and working as an asset- Bucky had a soft spot for children. Even the asset had a soft spot, that was one thing that couldn't be erased by a handler.