[They're literally genetic clones, but it would be nearly impossible to mistake this for Alec, who is relaxed and animated and buries the soldier in him where it belongs: in his bones and nowhere near the surface.
This young man is about the same age, but there's a formal stillness to him he never quite lost, and a politesse lined with something almost like gentility. His expressions are subtle but less stiff these days, and his brown eyes are warm as he tips his head slightly.
No, not the Bucky he knew, he too can see at a glance. He smiles anyway - mostly with his eyes - and offers,] Hello.
I apologize for temporarily interrupting your feed. It was not my intention.
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This young man is about the same age, but there's a formal stillness to him he never quite lost, and a politesse lined with something almost like gentility. His expressions are subtle but less stiff these days, and his brown eyes are warm as he tips his head slightly.
No, not the Bucky he knew, he too can see at a glance. He smiles anyway - mostly with his eyes - and offers,] Hello.
I apologize for temporarily interrupting your feed. It was not my intention.