Fair enough. I'm just not putting anything past them yet. Especially if they can grow them back.

[The relief is mutual, and there's even a slight sliver of a smile as he looks Cable over, watching him as he gets to his feet. It's primarily looking over his body, the metal and flesh-- but well, Bucky can't entirely help the slight flicker of appreciation, even under the circumstances.

Bucky's not a huge fan of how his body feels foreign, like it doesn't quite respond as it should. Weak legs, the flutter in the muscles of his left arm. The flesh arm, the one that could be cold metal, and he isn't sure if he's annoyed or happy about it. He's no longer the twenty year old kid that had marveled at Cable's metal arm imagine what I could do with one of those. If anything he feels a little bit more like that kid than he has in a long time.]

Yeah. Blue goo gets everywhere. Literally everywhere. I think I can still feel it on the back of my eye.