Despite not having consented to the purchase, Bucky couldn’t deny being curious about “whatever” he had bought. He picked the order sheet off the floor. “‘Captain Rogers Model S987654320’.” The name sounded vague. From the size of the box, it could be a sound system or bookshelf for all he knew.
Bucky began to peel off the thick tape. If he was going to send it back to SHIELD anyway, he might as well see it for himself.
Upon opening the front flaps, a sea of paper and styrofoam pellets obscured what laid inside. He dug through it, the wrapping almost coming up to his elbows, when he felt something solid.
Bucky grasped the underside to pull it up to no avail, the item sealed in tight. He removed more of the pellets, and used both hands to wriggle it free.
“C’mon, c’mon… a little more… there!”
He’d used too much force. The box flipped over on its side, sending the wrapping materials spilling and his purchase slamming on top of him.
Bucky’s first thought was, A dead body. His second thought was, A naked dead body.