BELIEVER // METAL PROSTHETIC LIMB FAILING

[vvintersoldier]

It's been a few days since Bucky, or Winter Soldier(or Winbuck as Melantha called him), joined the ranks of Snowbound. It was a confusing past few days, days that he spent in a medics den getting wounds treated and attended to. As he patiently allowed the medics to do their work, thoughts ran through his mind. First off, he still had no memories and wasn't exactly sure who he was. He wants to know, but he just needs to think of what can jog his memory first. Second of all, he thought into what Melantha said. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him. It was probably more confusing for him to go by two names than one. For now on, the maine coon was going to go by the name Buckingham Barnes, or Bucky for short. It seemed like everyone preferred that name anyways.

And third, the maine coon was physically healed enough to be walk around and leave the den. His head wound had a nice, clean bandage to it, and any other wounds he might have were patched up too. There was just one small, tiny thing he and the medics didn't notice. It was his metal prosthetic, it was slightly out of place- it must have gotten this way from the injury that gave him his amnesia. Which was of course, the fall. Little did Bucky know, that the whole time he traveled with Cayde, he caused his metal leg to be in an even worse condition. And now, it was ready to snap off with any step Buckingham made.

The fluffy maine coon had made his way through the camp, blue eyes scanning for that somewhat familiar amur leopard. Bucky hadn't seen the amur leopard much after the two joined, making the amnesiac assassin begin to wonder if Cayde stayed here at all. But he still wanted to look around, maybe he wasn't looking hard enough! But his search for his acquaintance didn't last long.

Bucky heard a pop sound. And suddenly, he was falling onto the ground, chin first. What the hell? That hurt, The male thought as he attempted to push himself up with his paws, before he froze at the sight of his paws. Or well, paw. He can only see his flesh paw below him, that chestnut fur and cream colored socks. But not that metal, silverish gray, leg he has grown used to. Slowly, Bucky's gaze looked over his shoulder, and his eyes widened at the sight of his metal prosthetic. His ears flattened quickly to his head, some panic flashing before his eyes. "Oh fuck!" He cursed, limping over to his metal limb and grabbing hold of it.

This wasn't good, this isn't good at all!