[Bucky is little more than fragments, shredded and threadbare as Sam shelters him. The programming continues to sleep; the gears are not yet moving, but still white-hot from their last assault. At the first order, one of those bright gears slides out of place and another one- jade and slightly rusted from disuse- shifts into the gap. Assess the situation. Evaluate surroundings. Find his handler. All of those are familiar but the last few, not as much.
Extraction had been his previous priority and any barriers to be taken down by force. Well, that is, outside of targets. Setting himself to return to a handler cooperates well enough, but non-violence is a different story. One gear is a deep crimson, firmly stuck in place even as the programming attempts to remove it.]
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Extraction had been his previous priority and any barriers to be taken down by force. Well, that is, outside of targets. Setting himself to return to a handler cooperates well enough, but non-violence is a different story. One gear is a deep crimson, firmly stuck in place even as the programming attempts to remove it.]