[He sees the small projectile coming for his face, but he doesn't realise it's keys right away. Only that he needs to move. He closes his eyes momentarily in order to keep them safe and jerks to the side, enough that the keys just hit him in the earlobe as they pass by. A sharp stinging pain that disappears at once, engulfed in something much larger.
His eyes closed cost him precious seconds, and before he knows it, Watson is on his arm. The metal under the fabric doesn't feel like a real arm, not as yielding as flesh, and when it's wrenched, Bucky screams.
Sweat pouring down his face, blood oozing through his shirt at the shoulder, he moves anyway. Instinct takes over, like a switch flipped, and he slams himself forwards with the aim of headbutting Watson to break his nose and his grip.]
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His eyes closed cost him precious seconds, and before he knows it, Watson is on his arm. The metal under the fabric doesn't feel like a real arm, not as yielding as flesh, and when it's wrenched, Bucky screams.
Sweat pouring down his face, blood oozing through his shirt at the shoulder, he moves anyway. Instinct takes over, like a switch flipped, and he slams himself forwards with the aim of headbutting Watson to break his nose and his grip.]