[ He feels oddly numb. There should be something more going on, thoughts, something, but his brain is making noises like a broken radio when he tries to get words out of it. ]
Who are you?
[ A start. Because this isn't Bucky. Close enough that Steve would believe it, in a dream, but this guy carries himself differently, is built just a little differently.
He scrapes to his feet and hefts the shield so it's between the two of them, wondering - a little crazily - if this is someone sent as an infiltrator, one of the ones who left them here.]
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Who are you?
[ A start. Because this isn't Bucky. Close enough that Steve would believe it, in a dream, but this guy carries himself differently, is built just a little differently.
He scrapes to his feet and hefts the shield so it's between the two of them, wondering - a little crazily - if this is someone sent as an infiltrator, one of the ones who left them here.]