[ The question is both unexpected and yet entirely expected; he's lucky it hadn't already come up yesterday. Bucky hesitates. That instinctive aversion, the kneejerk desire to hide it.
But in the end, it comes down to the fact that Daisy's technically in the know, and knows exactly who he is. She's not just a random civilian. So. Maybe it's okay. He tugs at his left glove, sliding it off and revealing the metal hand, the dark vibranium gleaming dully in the sunlight. His gaze stays riveted on the hand rather than her face (he is, perhaps, afraid of what he'll see), so he turns it back and forth, flexing the fingers and curling them in his palm.
It really is exquisitely made. Wakandan design and material, carefully wrought by Shuri. Gold accents at the joints and knuckles. The interlocking plates slide smoothly, silently, and it looks almost as real as an actual hand.
Almost. ]
Kind of a startling detail. So. That's what's up with the gloves.
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But in the end, it comes down to the fact that Daisy's technically in the know, and knows exactly who he is. She's not just a random civilian. So. Maybe it's okay. He tugs at his left glove, sliding it off and revealing the metal hand, the dark vibranium gleaming dully in the sunlight. His gaze stays riveted on the hand rather than her face (he is, perhaps, afraid of what he'll see), so he turns it back and forth, flexing the fingers and curling them in his palm.
It really is exquisitely made. Wakandan design and material, carefully wrought by Shuri. Gold accents at the joints and knuckles. The interlocking plates slide smoothly, silently, and it looks almost as real as an actual hand.
Almost. ]
Kind of a startling detail. So. That's what's up with the gloves.