That really wasn’t the answer Bucky was expecting, so for a few moments longer, he watched Thanos arranging the stones. It wasn’t often that Bucky felt physically small, but it didn’t intimidate him in the least. “If perfection was the goal, then it couldn’t have been finished. All the rocks are imperfect, anyway.” He leaned down, plucking up a stone with his metal arm and running his thumb over the rough surface. “Don’t all the pieces have to be perfect if the whole is?”