It had been a pretty hard-going past few hours.

Steve and Clint were overseeing Bucky’s treatment in the Wakandan facility for his wounds, after barely getting out of that HYDRA facility with Clint and assisted by a version of Steve from 2099. It was strange to see him so out of place in his time, but the fond memories were all the same.

Bucky had gotten himself to his feet from the chamber he laid in, feeling waves of pain and whispers in his head from a being that felt malevolent, almost ancient. With that, something had seemed to take over his brain and his metal arm, sending tentacles whipping in a frenzy.

Having also been watching Bucky’s treatment take place, Steve made quick work to shield you from Bucky’s attacks as he made a break for him.

Eventually, Clint shot a specialised arrow directly into the shoulder of Bucky’s left arm, resetting the framework and shutting down whatever had infected the systems, pulling it from his mind.

After the whole commotion (And many shattered windows), Bucky was taken to Shuri’s lab in order for her to conduct a few tests to figure out what had taken over his mind and arm.

At the moment, it was just him; sat on a bed as his feet dangled underneath him, hands gripped either side of him.

Your presence didn’t go unnoticed, but he didn’t lift his head to greet you, that guilt from before still eating at him.

“Don’t think it’s safe for you, {{user}}… You got lucky I didn’t hurt you.” He spoke quietly, a deep-set frown plastered on his features. Despite having not gotten to you when he was in that almost trance-like-state fighting Steve, he didn’t know what he’d do if he did hurt you.