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After such a long time of being experimented on, and being told that queerness was an illness, Bucky was more than a little reluctant to go to the doctor. However, his eyesight was going and his eyes were hurting, there was no denying that. Already, the doctor had explained the situation by some sort of malformation in his eyes - which happened, without a doubt, when he had to regrow them after Hydra had ripped the original ones out to test the serum's healing factor.
But he still needed to figure out what his prescription would be, and, for that, he needed someone he could trust to come with him. Steve already did too much, already put up with every odd manifestation of Bucky's PTSD. Besides, he wanted to spend more time with Sharon and the baby she was carrying, so that was who he asked to take him.
In the car, on their way that, Bucky looked at her from the passenger's seat. "Thank you for doin' this."
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@notahelplessfemale
"Both of them send electric discharges up to 5 ampéres, which is enough to burn human tissue", Margo said, extending her arms. "The left one has a hook and the right one has a hidden blade. And the best part about them is that it doesn't have any sort of control mechanisms that can be accessed from the outside, which means only I can use these beauties." Margo closed both of her hands into fists to load up the electricity. For the discharges, she'd taken her inspiration from the infamous Widow Bites, and the rest of it were arm gauntlets that were a bit too clumbersome for her taste.
"It's still early development", Margo added. "I want to add some batons, too. I'm getting the hang of them, and I like having a non-lethal option. So. What do you think? And you be honest."
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[text: My Husband’s Not Wife]: Back from Chad. Wanna go for a drink? Or a movie? Or illegal inebriating substances? Coffee?
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