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“It was that or be without an arm.”

[ No mention on how much he ‘trusted’ these supposed friends. Hydra, The Red Room— Mother Russia were no friends to him. At the offer of help, he hesitates, before nodding. ]

“Just, uh… tape it around the frayed section, then a bit further on each side. It’ll tide over ‘til I get home.”

[ After the taping is complete, he bends the metal panels back into place almost absently, smoothing them over with ease and forgetting, for a moment, that a normal human wasn’t supposed to be able to do that. ]

“Steve’s good with stuff, but not that good. Another guy, Tony, he fixes it for me. I can do the small repairs myself, but stuff like this, the whole rewirin’ and fixing the panels, that’s gotta be done by the guy who made it." 

"Can see why you’d choose to be a bit of a guinea pig.”

[ It wasn’t something he could ever imagine. Eames knew what explosions could do to bodies, having seen it first hand during his time in the military. Though he’d also seen what the medical technology could do for them. Nothing like what he was seeing in front of him. ]

“Okay. Shouldn’t be too terribly difficult. It doesn’t hurt does it?”

[ It doesn’t take him long to apply the tape to the frayed section and once it’s done, he watches in awe as James actually smooths it all out. There were still questions he wanted to ask but he’d already pushed his luck by asking if it actually hurt. None of his mates from the military he’d kept in touch with so he had no idea. But it seemed rather rude to ask someone he’d just met about his own injuries. ]

“And that Tony bloke? He can fix it completely? The rewiring? Or that’s yet another person? Sorry ifn I’ve asked too many questions. Always been told m'curiosity’s going t'get the better of me one day. But you’re quite the interesting bloke. Figured it couldn’t hurt t'ask some questions.”