Possibly the start of something, definitely not what I set out to write. Zero spoilers for Infinity War – I could have written this after seeing Black Panther.
780 words, none of them naughty.
[also at ao3]
Once Bucky’s able to walk around without needing a nap, they move him out of Central Wakanda to a rural part of the Merchant Tribe’s lands. For his recovery and safety, they tell him. If there are going to be spies in Wakanda, they will be in the capital. And the pastoral life will help him heal, although he is not so sure about that. Before he was a weapon he was a fireman’s kid from the part of Brooklyn that didn’t have much nature still left standing. He doesn’t know anything about livestock apart from what was on view at the butcher’s, but now he’s bunking down in a place where the animals outnumber the people. Which is apparently the point of the exercise – to separate him from all that has come before so that he can figure out who he will be now.
He’s pretty sure he’s not gonna be a farmer, but for the time being he is.
A tale of the White Wolf?
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