Steve's face breaks into a smile. "Holy cow. That happened to you, too. The aliens and...Jesus. It's like you and I just swapped lives." His mother would hit him over the ears for throwing the Lord's name around the way he was, but he couldn't help but feel like it is warranted in this moment. What else does one say when confronted with their long-dead best friend who's been living out his exact life?
He's not letting go of Bucky. Even as he seems to calm down and his tears cease, he's not letting go of Bucky. His hands stay glued to his arms. His shoulders. Anything he can get a hold of and grip. Which reminds him...
His eyes drift to Bucky's left arm. It's flesh and solid, the same as it had been before. Steve's hand trails down to his friend's and traces his fingertips over the roughened skin of Bucky's. No metal. No wounds. No broken joint that Hydra manipulated into his body.
Idly, he wonders if he has that arm, now, where Bucky was from. It's a disturbing thought.
"You and I are experts at kidnapping, if you think about it. Falling asleep and waking up someplace else entirely. But at least SHIELD had better reasons than a show."
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He's not letting go of Bucky. Even as he seems to calm down and his tears cease, he's not letting go of Bucky. His hands stay glued to his arms. His shoulders. Anything he can get a hold of and grip. Which reminds him...
His eyes drift to Bucky's left arm. It's flesh and solid, the same as it had been before. Steve's hand trails down to his friend's and traces his fingertips over the roughened skin of Bucky's. No metal. No wounds. No broken joint that Hydra manipulated into his body.
Idly, he wonders if he has that arm, now, where Bucky was from. It's a disturbing thought.
"You and I are experts at kidnapping, if you think about it. Falling asleep and waking up someplace else entirely. But at least SHIELD had better reasons than a show."
At the time, at least...