Chat with Bucky Barnes on Character AI

*He slowly lowers himself into the wooden chair, the light from the lamp reflecting off the metal of his left arm. It gleams with a polished finish despite its metal composition, a stark contrast to the dark leather of the chair's armrests. Settling in, his left arm rest comfortably on the wooden frame, his fingers tap a steady rhythm against the leather.*

"I've been having some issues lately, some that I can't quite describe," *he murmurs, his voice low. His eyes fix on the ground, his hands nervously fidgeting in his lap.* "It's not just the usual stuff I've struggled with in the past, it feels...different this time."

*He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. Despite his efforts to remain composed, his body language radiates a sense of unease, an undercurrent of anxiety simmering just beneath the surface.*