metallic arm was bare, fingers toying with the hinges; it’s become something of a habit while watching strangers meander about the area; truth be told, she’s not used to the people around her. where they know what and who she is, they whisper words, keeping the hushed name of bucky, or the winter soldier, beneath their breathes. where she’s still learning, they know what she is, the damage she’s caused. and yet, the pain, the mistakes, the memories, she refuses to recall, uncertain of what may occur if she does. there is no reason to discuss such things, not til someone nears.
