"It shouldn't be so heavy it requires bolting in the first place? We have precedent and procedures for noninvasive prosthetics. As experimental as this is, and I am willing to bet it's very experimental- their math was all off. This is fucking with your spine-" He follows the path of the radiating attachments along Bucky's ribs, lips pressed thin, eyes darkening the more he takes in. "This isn't- there is no way they had a mock up ready for you, or had a plan before putting this together."

This is something people did because they could without any thought to the end product or the man still living with it.

He reaches across to snag his hand scanner, moving it over the arm and Bucky's shoulder in slow passes, eyes narrowed as he inspects every vent, every cable. "This is gonna take more than one night- I'm going to need to make some calls. But this? Yeah. No. I'm not letting you keep this."