[On the other end of the scale, the clothes Bucky's wearing make it all too obvious that the Down is his home. The clothing he'd first arrived with were meant for Wakandan heat, adapted to support his formerly missing limb. So replacing his wardrobe here had become something of a priority. But with only second (third? forth?) hand clothing available to him, his options had been limited. Being practical had been more important than being picky.
Which is why the coat he wears is a size too big. The gloves he dons a size too small. Nothing quite fits right, and yet he seems entirely at ease with it all. He lives out of a go bag here, same as he did when he was on the run. Every sign of himself tucked away in the same pack he carries with him now. He's ready to disappear without a trace, and it's an instinct he's fighting not to follow through on right now.
Up until the moment the silence is broken, and Bucky's attention snaps to the new arrival.
And promptly freezes.]
Ash.
[A statement rather than a question. But a distracted one nonetheless. This isn't Steve. He knows that. Would be able to tell them apart blindfolded. But that doesn't make this any less jarring. Doesn't make it any easier to stomach the fact that he had a conversation like that with his best friend's doppelganger. Though rather than explain quite why he's staring so intently at the other man, Bucky instead pulls out his phone. Flicks his gaze between Ash's face and the screen more than once as he pulls up a picture instead.]
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Which is why the coat he wears is a size too big. The gloves he dons a size too small. Nothing quite fits right, and yet he seems entirely at ease with it all. He lives out of a go bag here, same as he did when he was on the run. Every sign of himself tucked away in the same pack he carries with him now. He's ready to disappear without a trace, and it's an instinct he's fighting not to follow through on right now.
Up until the moment the silence is broken, and Bucky's attention snaps to the new arrival.
And promptly freezes.]
Ash.
[A statement rather than a question. But a distracted one nonetheless. This isn't Steve. He knows that. Would be able to tell them apart blindfolded. But that doesn't make this any less jarring. Doesn't make it any easier to stomach the fact that he had a conversation like that with his best friend's doppelganger. Though rather than explain quite why he's staring so intently at the other man, Bucky instead pulls out his phone. Flicks his gaze between Ash's face and the screen more than once as he pulls up a picture instead.]
This city is a goddamned joke.