[by catboibucky,
The marvelous description which follows is from the fic
Barnes-thing’s memory problems start improving rapidly once he catches on to the fact that his body needs massive amounts of fuel, and he was only giving it about nine hundred calories a day when apparently his optimal metabolic range is somewhere around nine thousand. He discovers this when he accidentally picks up a case of famine-relief nutrient bars inside an Angolan Red Cross supply drop, thinking they’re plain old protein, and eats the whole box in one sitting. And then, via the grand irony of his amnesia, he forgets he ate and scarfs down another meal of butter rice, beans and approximately half a kilo of mystery meat (thank you, cafeteria lady with yet another weakness for tragic blue eyes).
The resulting clearheadedness is enough to clue him in that something changed, and some half-assed detective work on his own goddamn life brings him to the groundbreaking conclusion of eat more, you fucking trainwreck zombie disaster. He’s still not fully able to identify hunger among all the other randomized signals his body throws at him, but scheduling his meals takes care of that problem. Smartphones. Little miracles, seriously.
It’s astonishing what kind of a difference it makes. He starts sleeping more than ninety minutes at a time and even throwing up less, and when at some point he realizes he hasn’t been visited by Bucky Hallucination Barnes for nearly two weeks he actually punches the air in triumph. Eating gets bumped up the priority list to just below ‘murder all Nazis’.
[Thunderbolts: Doomstrike (2025) #2
excerpted from a larger post]
[by askjxc-deactivated20210313,
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