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The Expendable Disabled Heroes of Marvel’s Infinity War
BY JOHN WISWELL
(UNCANNY MAGAZINE | 2018)
"It’s the middle of the big Wakanda fight scene. Thor and Captain America banter about haircuts, M’Baku and Okoye crack skulls, and for a moment, Rocket Raccoon meets James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. The audience is ready to laugh the second the raccoon eyes up the veteran. They know what’s coming.
"Rocket compliments Bucky’s prosthetic arm, asks to buy it, and the audience tenses up.
"Bucky says it’s not for sale and returns to battle.
"Rocket mutters that he’ll steal that arm.
"And the audience laughs. I don’t."
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Begging y'all to read this article.
#Bucky's arm#rocket raccoon#ableism#ableist#mcu critical#mcu criticism#movie review#john wiswell#avengers infinity war#mcu#disabled characters#marvel critical#marvel criticism#bucky barnes#gotg
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Bucky Barnes ~ Here With You
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC (could be read as an xreader if you like, oc uses she/her pronouns, and has a lower leg amputation. other than that, she is given no physical descriptions or name)
Summary: Semi-realistic one-shot about oc helping Bucky take care of his prosthetic. I thought it would be interesting if Bucky actually had to take care of what remained of his limb like real people who have lost a limb do. Basically, a safe, cozy little thing about taking care of Bucky and helping him. Set post CA: Civil War. Written as platonic <3.
Warnings: some descriptions of limb care, mentions of past trauma (nothing graphic), cuddling ig lol
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She’d been paying plenty of attention to Bucky, as always. He had been shifting and rolling his left shoulder more than usual and she suspected the pain was getting worse. He was so private about anything relating to the arm, or Hydra, even his hair was a sore spot at times. He’d grown to trust her more, slowly, painfully slowly, but it was progress. She knew she’d say something eventually, she just hoped she wouldn’t push him away.
“Hey James,” she started quietly once they were alone in his room.
“Oh great,” he groaned.
“What?,” she laughed at his tone.
“You. You only call me ‘James’ when you’re worried about me.”
“Well by that logic, I’m worried about you most of the time - actually yeah, that checks out,” she chuckled lightly. “Does it bother you?”
“Nah, not really. I don’t know. Just spill it. What's on your mind?”
She laughed at him again. He was very fed up with everything lately. But you know, lovingly.
“I’m worried about the phantom pains,” she said cautiously. He stiffened a bit but didn’t brush her off so she went on. “I know you don’t like to talk about it, I’m sorry. I just hate seeing you in pain. And I know you don’t take care of your shoulder like you should.” She wasn’t chiding him in any way, just stating the truth. He hated to be reminded that the arm was metal, so he rarely removed it to tend to his shoulder.
“I want to help you with it, if you’ll let me.” She kept her tone neutral, not pushing him.
He sat in silence as the minutes stretched on awkwardly. She was used to his silence and let it rest, looking around the room so as not to stare at him.
Bucky knew she was right. It hurt like the dickens and he hadn’t properly cared for his remaining shoulder in far too long and things were happening. It embarrassed him immensely but he knew he wouldn’t do it on his own.
After a very long four minutes, he sighed and she turned her attention back to him.
“Okay,” he said simply and kept his voice as void of emotion as possible. She smiled gently and nodded, standing and going to where they kept the things they needed. It was hardly the first time she’d helped him. She would hold off bringing it up as long as possible, giving him every opportunity to deal with it himself. It was an effort to dignify him, but she realized she’d left it too long in between. He never seemed to be able to do it on his own.
Her own leg clicked quietly at the joints as she walked, it was hardly noticeable to anyone else. About five inches below the knee her left leg was amputated. After a mission had gone wrong, she had been forced to lose the limb and now she had her own prosthetic to care for. The time it took to properly care for the prosthetic was a bit of a nuisance, but she was thankful that the experience let her help Bucky when he needed her.
She reentered the room to find him sitting on the floor and fiddling with his metal fingers, his face clouded.
“Hey Buck,” she said softly, dropping down beside him and crossing her legs beneath herself. He gave her an amused smile and they sat there for a moment as she tried to give him some time. As she waited, she pulled her own prosthetic leg off and put it aside. She rubbed the nub and swung it slightly with a lopsided grin on her face and Bucky chuckled. She recrossed her legs, much more comfortable now that there wasn’t metal jamming into her butt, and she waited for him.
When he didn’t say anything after two minutes had passed she put a gentle hand on his back.
“Can we get this over with?,” she asked softly. He hummed distractedly in response and she gave the shoulder a slight squeeze.
He pulled his shirt off with an unsettled groan and rolled his neck a bit.
“Do you want me to do it, or-?,” she asked, keeping her voice quiet and completely undemanding. He was strong but she knew he needed gentleness.
He just gestured to it with his head slightly and she nodded.
“Okay.”
She moved slowly and made an effort to keep everything as silent as possible, though the arm whirred and clicked somewhat of its own accord. She pressed the sequence Shuri had taught her and the arm clicked off into her hands.
She heard a strangled breath from Bucky and she fought the urge to comfort him. He would need it later and she knew she had to keep it to a minimum for his sake.
After the arm itself was removed, there was a whole other set of instructions to follow to make the shoulder attachment release. He had needed further amputation and skin grafts after the Hydra arm had been removed. Having the metal fused to his skin for so long had had… undesired consequences. Try as she might, she couldn’t quite shake the image from her mind. It had made her anger flare up again seeing how awfully they had cared, or not cared, for him. She’d burst another heavy bag in the gym that night.
The attachment port hissed and clicked as it released from his skin and he took another shaky breath. She gently peeled off the sock and took a deep breath as quietly as she could manage. The skin was red and irritated, of course. She’d known it would be. It was fine. He was fine. He would be fine. She didn’t need this to make her emotional. She needed to be a rock for him and she would. She took her cheek between her teeth as she reached for the clothes and warm water.
“Ready?,” she asked quietly, though it was more like a heads-up than a question. He nodded and she put the soft cloth to his shoulder as gently as she could manage.
He made a small noise and she winced. It was extremely sensitive after being covered for so long.
“Let me know if you need a break,” she quietly reminded him.
She worked away, taking a long time because of how slowly she was moving. As she was rinsing the last of the soap off, she heard his voice croak just above a whisper.
“Can you stop? Please.” He wasn’t angry at her, she knew that. But the amount of restraint she could hear in his voice twisted her heart.
She backed off immediately, physically scooting away a few feet and laying her hands palms-up on her knees. She knew the routine. Distance, silence, clear display of harmlessness.
She wasn’t afraid of him lashing out. Never. She did, however, greatly fear triggering a PTSD episode, sending his mind back to that terrible place. She could hardly handle it, his shaking, the muttering, sweating, self-injurious regulation methods. He would hit himself and she wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Even if she was, it would just make things exponentially worse.
Bucky let out a long breath and shook his head, disappointed in himself. He was fine. He was safe. He hated this.
“Take your time,” she risked quietly, seeing the tension in his face.
They were silent as the minutes slipped by.
He looked at her for a moment and offered her a weak smile. “I’m good.”
She nodded, moving closer again, slowly, and softly patting the shoulder dry as well as the water that had slid down his side and onto the floor.
“I’m sorry,” he began but she quietly shushed him.
“You know the rules, you don’t apologize for things that aren’t your fault.” He looked in her eyes for a moment, his eyes traveling her face. Her lips quirked a bit at the look in his eyes though she couldn’t find a name for it. She moved her lips slowly to his freshly cleaned shoulder and left a soft, brief kiss there and was rewarded with a much more relaxed breath and a relaxing of his shoulders.
She applied the various creams and things he had in the kit they’d made up, soothing the still irritated skin.
“Can we let it breathe for a bit? I know you don’t like it, but this should really be uncovered for a little while if you can manage it.”
He looked at her and she knew how to read his expressions.
“I can stay, we can watch a movie.”
He grinned a bit and she smiled, relieved that he at least let her take care of him.
“That’s my boy,” she said teasingly as she cupped his jaw and kissed his forehead as she stood up. She hopped on her one leg to the other room. Bruce had chided her for it many times, she could easily fall and hurt herself. But she loved having the leg off and she hadn’t fallen yet so she risked it from time to time.
“Put a shirt on, White Wolf!,” she called from the other room as she put the stuff away and he laughed, pulling on a fresh tee and sitting back up on the bed, rolling his shoulder.
She came back with a fresh sock and lay it out next to his arm as she climbed up next to him on his right side and put her head on his chest.
“You okay?,” she mumbled.
“I’ll be fine, doll.” He knew the name somehow irritated her and made her happy at the same time.
She made a very slow fake punch to his gut and he chuckled, pulling her closer and rubbing her shoulder slowly.
“Thank you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head softly.
She hummed and snuggled closer to him. “Anytime, Prince Charming.”
They layed in a comfortable silence for a bit, until she remembered the other issue.
“How’re the phantom pains?”
He chuckled.
“Well, I’ve got this awful cramp in my left little finger.”
“C’mon Buck-”
“I know, I know,” he sighed, squeezing her shoulder a bit. “It’s not bad today. I’ll tell if I need you to hold a mirror.”
“Promise?”
He let out a quiet breathy laugh again. “Promise.”
“Are you lying to me, Barnes?”
“Maybe just a little.”
“Mmm. Well, I’m a decent detective so I suppose I’ll just have to keep an eye on you.”
“Suppose so.”
And he pressed another quick kiss to her head.
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A/N: I hope you liked this! It assumes the limb is removable. I do not have a limb difference, so there may be inaccuracies but I did some research and watched some videos from those who do have a limb difference (I know people call it different things, so I hope this term is okay). Since we don't really have much information on how his vibranium arm works, I took some liberties in that area.
But please, please let me know if I should change something! If anything regarding the limb difference is offensive in any way, please let me know and I will fix it, it's definitely not my intention!
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky x oc#bucky x reader#bucky's arm#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes comfort#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes x female oc#bucky barnes x female reader#buckys metal arm#james buchanan barnes#my fanfics
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Well, well, well...
Countdown to *zero* yt fangirls writing serious thinkpieces on how Nebula and/or Rocket violated poor baby, Bucky and how that's ablelist or how "mean" and violating it was, because neither character who has it for Xmas giggles, is a black woman like Ayo...
#that's right#I aint forget#how the tables turn#bucky#bucky barnes#spoiler#guardians of the galaxy#tfatws#gotg christmas special#she simply crept in#while dude was either sleeping on the floor or...distracted w/ a certain sarah wilson#pilfered it#annd maybe the sarah's kids heard or saw her ship#and thought maybe it was santa#ayo#rocket raccoon#nebula#bucky's arm#orrr nebula simply straight up told them why she was there#and they cracked up laughing#because they heard all of uncle sam's stories#about how obsessed rocket was with it.
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*bucky encounter with Loki for the first time*
Loki: *looks at Bucky's metal arm, then yanks it toward him* WOW!!! Cool arm!
Bucky: than-
Loki: what happened to the old one!? Did it get cut off!? Did it bleed alot!? *gasps* *with a creepy smile and derpy eyes* DID YOU KEEP THE OLD ONE!?!?
Bucky: Ew!
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a wip but I'm like super proud of this arm so thought I'd share
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Are you fucking kidding me?
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I have not seen the GOTG holiday special so I may be lacking context here. But I saw gifs floating around of Nebula getting Bucky's arm for Rocket as a christmas present and..???? I just lost all will to watch it.
Are we really at a point where we go THERE for laughs? Have you seen how distraught Bucky was when Ayo knocked out his arm during the fight? That's someone's arm. It's not a toy, it's not a weapon, it's a part of someone's body!!!
I should not be someone with strong opinions about this, because i don't know what it's like to have prosthetic limbs. But something about that feels deeply wrong.
Again, this is an inaccurate analogy, and much more....'tame' and relatable to more people i guess, but how would it feel if you woke up one day and someone has stolen your specs (and gifted it to someone without your knowledge) ?
#luke shares#luke rants#gotg#gotg holiday special#gotg christmas special#rocket raccoon#nebula#marvel#why marvel#bucky barnes#bucky's arm
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youtube
This actually has some interesting theories and doesn't just gleefully go 'haha Nebula beat him up and stole it'. The comments also have some cool ideas.
#bucky barnes#bucky's arm#gotg holiday special#i know james gunn has already given his 'canon' version#but it wasn't on screen#and he's no longer with marvel#so fuck it#it could still be whatever#Youtube
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Giving a Helping Hand
Sam grunted as he tried to move the larger crates to the back of the truck. "Hey Buck, can you give me a hand?"
"Sure." Bucky's voice answered from the front of the truck where he was separating the crates.
A loud thud startled Sam as Bucky's metal arm landed on the bed of the truck next to him. "Very funny you-WHAT THE FUCK!?" Sam's scowl turned into terror as Bucky's metal arm balanced on its fingers before moving to the other side of the crate stack. Sam watched in confused horror as the metal arm yanked the stack further back into the truck. Once it was done, it hoisted itself over the cab and disappeared. "What the hell was that!?" Sam stomped to the front of the vehicle.
"What?" Bucky gave him a confused scowl as he rotated his arm back in place.
Sam motioned to his arm. "It moves on its own?"
"Yeah?"
Sam stared at him with an unreadable expression. "How?"
"Wakanda tech is able to keep my arm and brain connected wirelessly."
Sam pursed his lips at how casual Bucky was about it. "That's useful… Just warn a guy next time." Bucky started laughing as Sam scowled indignantly.
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Ten points to the person you can tell me where I borrowed the idea of Bucky's arm being able to move while detached. A thousand points to the one who can tell me the media's author and which part of the media's series it first showed up in.
Please guess so I don't feel like I'm the only one too obsessed with Bucky here. :')
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Content warning for:
Ableist remarks, and violence mention toward a disabled person
Screen shots taken today:
James Gunn replies to a fan asking about Bucky's arm in the GOTG Holiday Special, and claims that Nebula (herself a disabled character with artificial limbs) "took a trip to Earth and tore it [Bucky's artificial limb] off his body because she was feeling Christmassy."
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This is truly horrible.
Not only is it graphic violence toward a disabled character for no reason at all, it also shows that this whole bit was pure Abelism from the start.
From writer's room to your screens, Ableist jokes for the sake of laughing at disabled people.
As fans it is up to us to say No, we don't accept this. We won't accept this.
Disabled characters and disabled fans deserve better.
MCU, do better.
#mcu do better#james gunn#gotg holiday special#bucky's arm#rocket raccoon#nebula#mcu critical#mcu criticism#ableist#ableism#bad writing#guardians of the galaxy#marvel critical#marvel criticism#cw ableism#tw ableism#bucky barnes#bucky
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“... you okay?”.
#i just love this little scene too much okay#the way he takes care of his arm... his hand...#bucky barnes#tfatws#marvel#mcu#sebastian stan#buckybarnesedit#tfatwsedit#marveledit#mcuedit#fysebastianstan#sebastianstanedit#sebstanedit#mcucastedit#marvelcastedit#gbbb
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Bucky x Reader : He holds you in a metal chokehold while fucking you from behind. (smut, choking)
He is sick with conflict, possessive emotions fester in him while he molds his front to your back, his cock nudges around your ass cheeks, to your sleek mound until he gasps as he guides his sticky cockhead glides through your delicate folds. He doesn’t say anything as he slips inside you, burying himself to the hilt. There is a certain satisfaction in pounding you from behind as the metal arm tightens around your nape, holding you close to him. Your walls are squelching around as you hear him murmur his voice as sweet and rich as honey. And his lusty grin when he says curses in Russian, it is sinful—and pleasurable, drawing a muffled scream from your throat as he starts to thrust more rapidly, setting a demanding rhythm.
Your sexual attraction to him has been heightened beyond measure, as much as you try to hide it, the lust is getting greater than any other feeling or emotion. Every part of him is heightened to you now...his voice included—you can’t help it as your body reacts to the stimulation, head spinning as you barely get a sip of oxygen despite your gasping.
It’s the closest thing to magic for him—teeth dragging against your neck, living marks, his consciousness vanishing and deforming itself into something primal, there is a delicious animal fire in his gaze which he is glad that you can’t see.
He flexes his human fingers and tries to fight the urge to stop rubbing your clit—but then his fingers slithers over your chest, warm digits immediately finding your breasts and he starts to massage them for his own pleasure. It is a possessive gesture, and he feels a little bit possessive—but he needs to keep his fingers on your clit, rubbing, pinching the sensitive bud between his fingers. So he does. He imagines the sinful sight each time he buries the length of his cock all the way inside you, shaft slick and wet and glistening when he pulls it out, only to slam himself back inside.
You grip his metal arm which is gutting your vocal chords, and all you manage is a small gasp. When he loosens his grip, the rush of blood and oxygen to the brain results in an explosion of dopamine, followed by a shamelessly loud moan from your lips.
“That’s it, doll—you like this?” His voice is warm and low. Intimate.
You catch sight of him from your peripheral vision, his eyes closed, his lips are silent, but he chatters with his fingertips, with the way his hand massages your clit, the way he fucks you. And you thought that he chose that position, because he is embarrassed from fulfilling your idea, but he is not—he wants to disguise from you how much he is enjoying himself. His expression is dreamy, floating. Soaked in pleasure—breathless, possessed, lost in the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight. Your pussy cradles around his dick as he pounds into you from behind. It is an igniting feeling to have so much control over your body.
“I love you, but I want you all to myself”
His hand closes around your neck again, slowly cutting into your skin while cutting off oxygen. It is more painful than lethal, but more erotic than painful. His growls erupt from his chest, the primal noise flooding your senses, making your insides clench around his length. Your back arches as you feel an orgasm approaching, letting out a desperate moan, because you’re powerless…utterly at his mercy and that’s what makes you cum—his voice sends shudders through your body, reacting in all the right ways to the words.
“Bucky-”
The moment you say his name, he is lost. Can’t control himself. You are his. Nobody else's. With that thought on his brain he let himself go. Frantically, he slams into you and you meet every thrust head-on, human fingers gripping your hip so tightly that phantom bruises appear.
#metal arm kink fr#bucky smut#bucky x reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky x you#bucky x female reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes imagine
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December 16, 2022
I did a thing for Tony's and Bucky's anniversary - a few days late, thanks to covid.
I've been thinking about Bucky a lot since James Gunn's ableist fuckboy joke became part of MCU canon. The way they left Bucky at the end of FAWS - "cured" now that he'd completed his court-mandated therapy with an abusive military psychologist. Getting ready to lose the only close friend he's made in the last 7 years who wasn't an avenger or part of his care team. He wasn't at T'Challa's funeral. And the way Steve left him to his torment at the end of Endgame was never addressed in any way.
I worry about Bucky a lot. I just needed people to check up on him.
#bucky barnes#winteriron#tony stark#morgan stark#ayo and aneka#rocket raccoon#wakanda forever#falcon and the winter soldier#bucky's arm#bucky's goats#ai tony stark#angst#fanfiction#holiday blues#white wolf
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pov you are steve rogers phone ig
#i NEED to draw sincere bucky barnes fanart. for my health#its equivalent to being sent to the sea side for me#art#my art#fanart#ca:tws#bucky barnes#stucky#stevebucky#the winter soldier#i'm pretty sure his arm is on the wrong side you dont need to tell me i dont wanna hear about
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Marvels After Credit Scene that Didn't Happen but is Canon in My Heart:
So I really want a scene of one of the Flerkittens (white with blue eyes) to be wandering around the street meowing and then we see boots coming up to it and two hands reach out and then you see it.
The metal arm.
It picks up the kitten and walks off, maybe if you're feeling really fancy maybe a few lines of quiet "hey, hey, it's okay Sweetheart" or something like that and then BOOM we have Alpine in the MCU
Then cut to Thunderbolts and Bucky still has no idea that Al is a Flerken until they're in a fight and she gets attacked and Bucky is terrified they're gonna hurt his cat and then Alpine just gobbles them up and then like Yelena is like "JAMES BARNES WHAT THE FUCK"... Cut to Bucky looking equal parts horrified and impressed and just picks up Alpine and goes "uh...good girl?"
#bucky barnes#alpine the cat#the marvels#flerken#flerkittens#i saw a theory hc of Alpine being one of the flerkittens on here once before The Marvels came out and it has lived in my head ever since#the marvels spoilers#kinda?#they didn't even have to have Seb on set they couldve had one of his stunt doubles and just not see his face#if they wanted to they couldve had him come in and adr him softly trying to calm Al but as long as the audience sees the arm they'd know#give bucky his cat 2k forever#anyways back to theorizing about things that *did* happen in the movie but i needed to get this out#kes rewrites the mcu
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