[ Bucky lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Lowered is good enough for now, although he doesn't miss the tension in the other man's posture.
He shifts his weight back onto his heels, comfortable enough letting the other man get a good look at him, still and calm like he's holding his hand out to a finicky cat. When he looks back, he doesn't think of Lukin's bunker, of the day Steve told him his name and begged him to remember; he thinks of New York, of the weeks he'd spent lost, confused and wandering without a name or a home before they'd dragged him back under again.
On closer inspection, there are some observable differences between them. In the face, although that's subtle enough for somebody not used to looking at their own, but in build too. He's two inches shorter. His eyes are brown, not blue. His abdomen is awfully weirdly shaped. ]
I've got an aardvark in my jacket.
[ Words he never expected to say out loud for 500, Alex. ]
He's not dangerous, he's just been kickin' me in the ribs 'cause he's getting a little hot in there. Is it alright if I let him out?
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He shifts his weight back onto his heels, comfortable enough letting the other man get a good look at him, still and calm like he's holding his hand out to a finicky cat. When he looks back, he doesn't think of Lukin's bunker, of the day Steve told him his name and begged him to remember; he thinks of New York, of the weeks he'd spent lost, confused and wandering without a name or a home before they'd dragged him back under again.
On closer inspection, there are some observable differences between them. In the face, although that's subtle enough for somebody not used to looking at their own, but in build too. He's two inches shorter. His eyes are brown, not blue. His abdomen is awfully weirdly shaped. ]
I've got an aardvark in my jacket.
[ Words he never expected to say out loud for 500, Alex. ]
He's not dangerous, he's just been kickin' me in the ribs 'cause he's getting a little hot in there. Is it alright if I let him out?