There were differences, sure, but the structure was there. Bucky has only been getting some faint memories of his younger days, and even then they weren't clear yet. His hair as longer out of the to, currently held back in a pony tail. His build might be a bit different, might not, as it as hard to tell in this coat, but... None the less, it was uncanny how alike the two of them looked.

He moved more to face the other, eyes narrowed and carefully watching. Was this another figment of his mind? Another figure that shouldn't be there. He spoke though, in an accent no less. For a moment he didn't say anything but watched, which, you know, seems pretty weird, right? Did the shadowy figures talk before? He was sure that last one was all in his head though, so he's not sure.

Crap.

"I could say the same." He said on a flat tone, wanting to reach out and prod the other, just to make sure it was real and not a fluke. "It's not safe out here."