He stood there, staring at Steve like he was unsure. Had he really seen all that? It was in his head, he was sure of that. He saw the MEMORIES in his HEAD, and a figure... and a monster... in reality. Didn't he?
He frowned sharply at this, glaring off around the room. It was cold enough for a moment to see his breath, and that was also weird. He started to step away from the cold spot, and closer to the blond as he spoke about their childhood.
Things that Bucky was starting to see. To remember. Small things that fell into line.
"Was that something I remembered, or was that something we saw and I think I remembered." because if it was just an illusion or something in the hall way here, then maybe it wasn't an actual memory. "Someone was swinging to hit me, then this small blond kid came flying in to tackle the guy." His eyes squinted a bit as he stares at Rogers. His former target.
"Feels like something I was there for..." But if it was an illusion that Rogers could see too, then perhaps it wasn't real.
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He frowned sharply at this, glaring off around the room. It was cold enough for a moment to see his breath, and that was also weird. He started to step away from the cold spot, and closer to the blond as he spoke about their childhood.
Things that Bucky was starting to see. To remember. Small things that fell into line.
"Was that something I remembered, or was that something we saw and I think I remembered." because if it was just an illusion or something in the hall way here, then maybe it wasn't an actual memory. "Someone was swinging to hit me, then this small blond kid came flying in to tackle the guy." His eyes squinted a bit as he stares at Rogers. His former target.
"Feels like something I was there for..." But if it was an illusion that Rogers could see too, then perhaps it wasn't real.