Bucky hummed and nodded, adjusting the line on his ears. He leaned into Steve as his hair was ponytailed. "Yeah. Pants are nice." He smiled and managed to pull on his zippered sweatshirt on his own, adjusting the left shoulder nervously. "How do I look? Like a wreck still?" Most of his cuts and bruises were healed, though when Bucky looked in the mirror he still looked thin, skin thin and waxy and pale.
He pulled his left leg up with a wince for his thighs and ankle and started to wrestle on a sock. He was glad for the boat shoes his mother had brought, not wanting to figure out how to tie laces with only one hand.
Bucky managed both sock and shoe and looked up, fingering the cuff of his jacket.
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Date: 2014-06-06 07:27 pm (UTC)He pulled his left leg up with a wince for his thighs and ankle and started to wrestle on a sock. He was glad for the boat shoes his mother had brought, not wanting to figure out how to tie laces with only one hand.
Bucky managed both sock and shoe and looked up, fingering the cuff of his jacket.