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[It's not the same as before where he'd woken up with a light breeze on his skin causing his too-long hair to dance across his forehead, and the sweet, dry smell of fruit trees. No, it's blue light and too much wind. There's nothing normal about that. The communication device strapped to his hand is cold. Bucky's used to not remembering things, but the long hall and unfamiliar faces tell him something's off. There's a million explanations going through his mind and none of them make any sense except one and he doesn't want to think about that.

Bucky goes through the motions. Steels himself while he's checked out. Signs the contract. Lets someone take him to his room and then walks the halls. Now back in his room, he clicks on the MID. His face is half-hidden and voice low. He wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. He's combed every inch of this goddamn ship and he can't find Steve anywhere.]

I'm looking for someone. Tall. Blond. Loves America.

[It's risky to put it out there. He doesn't know these people and trust isn't something he gives easily. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Someone from Wonderland. Someone from back home. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]

His name's Steve.

[There's a brief pause.]

If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.

[The feed cuts off.]

[ooc: this bucky is a crau from another game. he thinks that he never left his previous game world and that it is during an 'event'. i'm so sorry if he confuses anyone.]

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[ He's there promptly, unnerved by the knowledge that there's another him on this ship, the guy who looks absolutely identical to him -- that's the reason why people hate being on their own, isn't it? You're forced to face the real you, the one no one else sees and knows, not even the ones who love you most.

He takes in the other man, his stature, the way he has his hair pulled back, the cat at his feet. Howls is asleep for the night, which is better for him that all this. ]

Hey. [ There's no star on his arm, and that's immediately where his gaze goes. He's on the alert, wary and careful, keeping a distance between them even though he knows if either of them really went for a kill, a few paces isn't going to get in the way at all. His arm looks... different. Like it's brand new. ] Scraped it off, or got a new one?

[ Is that what will happen to him? ]

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[Bucky sees no reason to lie. They both know their past and if this is going to work, he has to be honest with him.]

Neither. Both. [His eyes flick up.] Tony did it. He found out what we did to his parents. Can't really blame him for being upset. [His mouth is a hard line.] In Wonderland, a doctor made me a new one. It's not like the one you have. It's weak and it's mine.

[Taking a small step forward, he lifts and rotates it so Bucky can see it. HYDRA played no part in his replacement. He didn't have to worry about what was inside it anymore.]

I don't want to fight with you. Promised my best friend I'd try harder.

[Bucky averts his eyes then, opens his mouth and closes it. Not this Bucky's Steve, his own, but somehow it's all the same.]

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[ It's weak and it's mine. And that's what matters, right? That it's his, and it wasn't implanted onto him against his will, without his knowledge. He knows what that means, and when this Bucky knows the one thing only he himself knows -- well.

He swallows hard, the truth of it sinking in. He's him, pure and simple; and he tells him the inevitable, of course, and a part of Bucky welcomes it and tires of it all at once. ]

I don't want to fight anyone.

[ He admits quietly. But things always end in fights, and that's the cold hard truth of it. They will come for him sooner or later -- if not HYDRA then one of the many he's wronged, and obviously law enforcement who will see him as a threat to security. He swallows hard when Bucky brings up Steve, how Bucky had reacted when he thought he was the threat. No assassin, no matter how good, can replicate that instinctive need to protect. ]

Try harder to do what?

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[Bucky didn't do that anymore. If it came down to it, he would fight, but as long as he had a choice, he wasn't going to.]

Then we're not going to fight.

[Everything. His conversation with Steve had been hard, but it'd given them the chance to figure some things out. He'd promised a lot of stuff that night.]

To - [It should be easier to say this to himself than anyone else, but it's more difficult. Almost like he has to be completely honest because there's no way to lie.] Not beat myself up all the time.

And to let people in.

[Bucky reaches down to pick Sugar up, holding her in his arms carefully. All of it was easier said than done, but he's been trying.]

Funny sayin' it this way, but if I can't let you in, then who can I?