The inhuman double of Steve Rogers stops before Bucky, looking down on him from exactly two extra inches. Bucky’s arm whirrs, recalibrates, steals Adaptoid’s attention. How Bucky knows that when the thing doesn’t have eyes, he isn’t sure. A second later, Adaptoid’s arm shifts and purrs, plates forming over muscle until it looks like a green version of Bucky’s prosthetic down to the red star. It’s… Well, that’s definitely not good.

Bucky’s arm clicks, whirs. Adaptoid’s mimics the sound.