Remember Me

Chapter 18

Back in Wakanda Bucky is brought to the lab. Nakia is working on what is left of his vibranium prosthetic and Natasha is caring for his wounds. He has some scratches on his face, but on the back of his head is a big wound. Natasha is cleaning it and getting ready to stitch it back together.

Sam walks into the lab.

Bucky sighs. "What do you want Sam?"

"I see that you're... Unarmed?" Sam laughs loud at his own joke.

Bucky rolls his eyes. "Ha. Ha. Really funny, Sam. Don't you have something better to do?"

Natasha shakes her head. She takes a piece of cotton with some disinfectant and begins cleaning the wounds on Bucky's face. It stings and Bucky flinches at the touch of the alcohol on his wounds.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, doll." Bucky takes her hand and kisses it.

Nakia is working on what's left of his arm. It's a stump with small cables and wires hanging out. She is poking it with small tools. Occasionally it sparks.

"Ouch!" She shouts when she gets a shock.

"If only... I could get... to the spot where... the release-... mechanism... AHA!" She manages to hit the right spot and the stump falls off.

"What the fuck..." Sam mouths to himself. "Did you know it could do that?"

Bucky raises his eyebrows "Yes."

Sam squints his eyes. "Wait a minute... Do you have other attachments for that stump?"

"What?" Sam is annoying to Bucky, he doesn't want to listen to him but he has no choice because he's stuck here on this table.

"You know. Attachments! Maybe a taser... Or a machine gun! Ha-ha! Or a spatula or a whisk. Then we can call you Baking Barnes. HAHA!"

Sam's imitating Bucky whisking away in a bowl with an imaginary whisk. He even imitates the gruff face that bucky often makes. Natasha giggles because the resemblance is striking.

Bucky sighs and shakes his head. "For God's sake Sam, you really don't have anything better to do? Other people you can annoy?"

"Call me if you need ideas for the new arm. I'm full of ideas." Sam walks off. "Maybe a giant fork, or a Light Saber!"

They still hear him talking and laughing at his own jokes when he walks away through the hallway.

Natasha can't help but grin.

"You think that's funny? Come on Natalia..." Bucky looks at Natasha.

"Noo. No. Of course not."

"He has a point." Nakia continues.

"Wait. What?" Bucky stands up from his chair.

"No, nothing like Sam suggested. But I could make some adjustments. Maybe Shuri as some ideas."

"Whatever. Just let me know when it's done, Nakia. I'm getting some fresh air."

"Thanks, Nakia." Natasha gets up and follows Bucky.

"Let's get back to our room and have a drink"

Back at their room they sit down. Natasha grabs two whiskey glasses with ice and pours a small amount of the amber colored liquid on the frozen cubes. She sets one down next to Bucky as she grabs a first aid kit from the cupboard. She takes a look at the wound on the back of his head. It already stopped bleeding.

"Take off your shirt."

Bucky grabs the sleeve for his left arm and swiftly yanks the shirt over his head, messing up his hair.